Warning! ⚠️ This is between Consenting adults! This post is about Fauxcest, no one is actually related.
Dad fucking me in doggy while in my room on my fuzzy pink carpet. My shorts are mid thigh and my tits are falling out of my tank top. He's gripping my hips so tightly as he slams into me repeatedly. Don't run from it, he groans loudly. You gave me this cunt now you fucking take this cock, he doesn't stop his thrusts. Yes, Dad... Can barely leave my lips as my eyes roll back and I struggle to hold myself up.
You like this dad cock don't you, little girl? He spanks my bottom then digs his fingers into me. I can't even respond as I fall forward but he keeps fucking me. Mounting me differently and driving his cock into me. A loud whine falls from my lips as the position changes. Don't push me out! Fucking take it! My body is shaking as he keeps forcing his cock in and out of me. Dad, dad, dad... Is all that can leave my mouth so broken. Who taught you to be such a good cunt? Your mother? Your brother? Now it's dad who's going to teach you the real lesson. He keeps my hips raised as he fucks me.
My eyes roll back and I let out a moan/cry, Dad! I-...fuck. I feel my cum leaking down my thighs as I grab the fluffy carpet. Fuck! take it, take it, take it! He moans loudly and deeply, we are so lucky we are home alone. I'm gasping as he keeps mounted on me, still driving his cock into me quickly. Going to breed my daughter's cunt, he keeps moaning all smug. You enjoy this, don't you? Yeah, you like for your father to breed you. My glasses are crooked as my face is shoved down. I didn't think he could get on me anymore.
He's so close as he keeps going, balls hitting my clit every time. My daughter! My daughter who lets her dad, her father! Fill her cunt up with his cum. He moans loudly one last time before slamming into me. Making sure I'm taking every inch as I shake and get filled with his cum.
Warning! ⚠️ This post is about Fauxcest! This is between fully Consenting adults and no one is actually related.
Mom who plays with my hair as Dad fucks me. Im so flustered and whiny but she just coos at me. Mama...too deep, I gasp softly as dad mounts me. Pushing my legs back even more and driving his cock into me. Every time the tip hits that one spot my body jolts. She just smiles and laughs while shaking her head. You'll get used to it, princess... Softly scratches my hair and watches as her husband fucks her daughter.
Her other hand is wandering our bodies. From Dad's chest to pushing on my stomach. When I start to get too loud she pulls down the top of her nightgown just enough. Puts her tits in my face while softly shushing me. Loves watching as I cum around dad's cock. How I choke up and my body shakes. Look at that, she smiles as she spreads my cunt open even more. I'm still stretched around dad, she's enjoying every minute even if she's a whiny girl. Dad shakes his head panting as he pulls out to the tip only to slam back in.
I squeak and grab onto the sheets as I feel my wetness running down onto the bed. Mom laughs and coos, let's give her a small break. She pulls away and softly kisses my lips. Climbs on top of me on all fours, dad pulls out of me, and sinks into her. Fucking her on top of me, I watch as she moans, and smiles. Sometimes she leans down and starts to kiss me. See, baby? This is how you properly take your father's cock, She says between moans. Mom is a messy cummer so once she does cum it drips down onto me.
She gasps as she lets go and pushes back, taking all of dads cock as they both moan. Dad pulling out and running his cock over her clit, really making sure she lets it all out. Before sinking back into me suddenly. Dad! I squeal at the suddenness but a small laugh also escapes me. Just like mom does, I'm close princess. He moans and starts to fuck me quickly. Chasing her own high and mom gives me one last kiss before climbing off of me.
Let's take your father's cum, baby. She smiles and lays next to me. Dad suddenly pulls out and climbs over us. Stroking his cock quickly until his cum is panting both of us. Mom smiles at him and looks him in the eyes as she licks his cum off her lips. Then pulls me into a kiss, making me share his cum. Dad groans and throws his head back, you're getting me hard again. She pulls away but holds my face. That's fine...we can take another round, can't we princess? I'm panting but nod, I can take dads cock again.
Tf141 who plays strip poker but they all gang up on you until you’re fully naked and the worst anyone else has gotten is a lost sock or shoe.
“No fair!”
“Ain’t our fault youre shit at poker. Now you know the rules.”
Gaz takes you first, biting his lip to hold back the sly grin he has as he sinks you down on his cock. “So pretty perched on a cock.”
His hands gently guide you back and forth, musing nothing but praises. “I’m almost there, baby. I know you want it. Can you feel you wanting it.”
Eventually he holds you still, rutting up into you while his thumb draws soothing circles on your hip. The others watch intensely before he slams you down, keeping your hips pressed firmly against him as he pours his release inside.
Gaz combs your hair out of your face, placing a delicate kiss on your forehead before he peels you off. But not before he gives your cunt a gentle grope with the palm of his hand. “Thanks love.”
He passes you off to soap who’s been bouncing in his seat since you were in your undergarments. He’s quick to get you bent over the table before sinking his dick in with a deep groan.
He’s meaner than Gaz, insisting that you squirt for him before he lets you go despite you cumming multiple times. “I can’t, Johnny! Icanticanticant,” you sob, pussy puffy and swollen.
Soaps arm slinks down between your legs before his fingers repeatedly swipe across your poor clit. He has no aim, but it gets the job done and your vision nearly goes black as you’re leaking onto the edge of the table.
Soap grins victoriously. “So ye can do it. Fuckin’ liar you are.”
Then there’s ghost. He’s not trying to be an ass about it. It’s just that he’s so damn big that it’s bound to hurt no matter how many times Gaz and Soap have cum inside you.
He lifts you up from the underside of your knees, spreading you wide open before nudging inch by inch inside. “Nice view, LT.”
“Wish it were you, aye Johnny?”
Soap smirks. “Who? You or her?”
The conversation ends there, ghost too enthralled by the way his dick pumps out cum with every thrust. The position makes it perfect to see the tip of his dick bulging as he brings you down to the hilt.
“Fuck,” you pant, barely audible over those heavenly wails you let out.
“I know, doll. That’s what I’m doin’.” You don’t even have it in you to tell him to piss off and that’s exactly how he likes you.
Last is price, who lays you gently down on the table with a hand resting on each thigh. There’s no resistance as he slips his dick inside your warm and sloppy hole.
Immediately you shudder from oversensitivity, hands pawing at his abdomen to push him back but there’s no strength behind it.
He’s gentle, but the experience is there when he’s grinding up his dick to all the right places.
Two of his fingers scoop up the leaking cum (probably a mix of all three) before drawing delicate figure 8’s across your abused clit.
You squeak, legs tensing as sparks fill your vision. “There she is, nice and fuckin’ tight.”
And once he knows he has you teetering on that edge, he’s pounding into you like there’s no tomorrow.
The table shakes under the intensity and it proves to be worth it when you’re mumbling gibberish in hysterics.
Price finally pulls out, patting your pussy twice as a reward. “Good girl.” And you don’t know if he’s talking to you or your cunt.
You feel a hand cup your cheek but your vision is blurry and every voice sounds as if you’re underwater. “Ya look like you’re seeing stars, lassie.”
“I’m never playing poker again.”
Your comment earns a few chuckles from the group. “Oh don’t be like that. You almost almost had us!”
“Kyle’s right. You’re improving fast. You’re bound to win the next one, soldier.”
It’s a lie. Price knows it. The group knows it. You know it. But it doesn’t stop you from playing the next week.
The first rays of sunlight streamed through the dense canopy of trees and flooded out across the lake. As the bright white rays of light reached out through the open lodge window and warmed my face I blinked my eyes to the early mountain morning. I breathed in the cold crisp air and filled my lungs to capacity. With a long slow exhale I felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction, security even. But it wasn't the light or the air that had awakened me from my slumber. As I thought about the night before I noticed how incredibly hard my morning erection felt… how hot… how wet… I made eye contact with my new wife as she slipped her sexy lips off my shaft. She smiled when she realised I was awake and her eyes met mine.
"Good morning sweetheart, I woke up and couldn’t help myself… it looked like your big beautiful baby maker had woken up before you. Were you dreaming of me? I’m your wife now… your woman… and you’re the only man I've ever dreamed of... Oh… last night… you gave me such sweet dreams. I loved the way you felt, deep inside my little pussy, bareback… and afterwards leaking you cum. What we did last night… was incredible."
I focused my eyes on her, then past her through the window, across the vast mountain range rolling away from the forest and into the clouds gathered around the peak. I felt more comfort and relaxation than ever before in my life as the gorgeous redhead kissed my exposed glans. The view of my new wife, naked, poised above my naked body, her red head cascading over her shoulders, spilling onto my thighs… It was breathtaking. Behind her, the sun slowly began its ascent into the bright morning sky, long thin shadows from the trees surrounding the lodge. The leaves danced in the gentle breeze, which carried the slight hint of a log fire. The small stream alongside the old lodge was reduced to a subtle hum as its waters rushed over the rocks and falls. I slowly sat up letting the duvet fall from my naked shoulders. I looked down on the beautiful visage of my wife. Her lips sealed around my penis oblivious to the new dawn and its beauty. I gazed over her petite yet curvaceous form exquisitely outlined by the plaid of the blanket. I closed my eyes as I breathed in a deep breath, remembering the night before, and carefully stroked the long soft tendrils of Jessica's copper coloured hair.
It was going to be another warm summer day but it paled when compared to the beauty of my teenage wife. Her hips sloped gently into her tight waist and spread back to her small but ample breasts. Her face was round with bright cheeks and emerald green eyes that pierced through the tiny strings of ginger bangs that covered her forehead. The rest of her flame orange hair was pulled back over one shoulder and bounced playfully off her head as she bobbed up and down on my penis, sucking me, bringing me right to the edge.
"Ahhhh,” I sighed as she worshiped my phallus, "Ohh… good morning… my beautiful wife… I can't… hold on! How long… have you… been sucking me…"
Jessica didn't answer. Instead she worked her mouth over my engorged penis, increasing the vacuum… the friction… her speed… the intensity of the blow job. As my cock began to expand she stopped to watch my shaft throb and jerk until thick stringy sperm was oozing from the tip. The next time Jessica brought me to the edge, she went a little too far, feeling my shaft swelling between her lips, she quickly pulled her hot wet mouth off my pulsing cock, gripping it hard as it jerked and throbbed in her soft hands. She watched closely as it jerked, squirting thick white sperm at least a foot in the air before falling back down, covering Jessica's hands in thick hot baby batter, it was everything I could do to control my orgasm as Jessica giggled.
"Oh, husband, you might want to control yourself a little better, if you're going to put this big hard cock, in my tight little fertile pussy."
I watched Jessica take her sperm covered hands, stroking my cock until it was coated in slippery goo before throwing a sexy firm leg over my waist, settling down on me, with a sexy smile. Jessica looked deep into my eyes, as she licked her fingers clean, leaning forward, kissing the side of my neck on her way to whisper the sexiest words she has ever let slip from her tantalizing lips.
"I felt the pinch about an hour before the ceremony. I'm ovulating right now, with a fresh egg in the tube, completely unprotected…"
Jessica slid forward until I could smell her arousal, and clearly see how wet and swollen her outer labia were as I grabbed her hips, pulling her beautiful peach to my lips for a taste of her fertile nectar. Jessica tasted as sweet as always, but felt just a little slipperier on my tongue, as I quickly brought her to an intense climax. Without waiting for her orgasm to calm, Jessica began sliding down my body, stopping for passionate kisses, tasting her own slippery juices on my lips. She paused the kiss, rising up slightly, to look down to her wet pussy, still pulsing, poised just inches above my engorged phallus. I followed her gaze, noticing a strand of thick clear juices slowly dangling from Jessica's swollen labia, just about to drip onto my throbbing erection as I heard her moan, pulling my attention back to her beautiful green eyes. Jessica’s smile made my shaft twitch as she slowly lowered her pink paradise, gently kissing my pulsing shaft with her swollen pearl, causing us both to moan and crave more. Jessica started slowly sliding her slippery lips from the base of my shaft to the tip of my cock, strumming her clit on each stroke.
I watched Jessica very carefully as she slowly used the thick crown on the head of my erection to flick her bean with just the right speed and pressure, bringing her to a second orgasm in no time at all. I also noticed she was testing angles and boundaries as she slowly slid her silky pink lips against my throbbing erection. On one pass, I watched her tilt her hips slightly, scooping the tip of my cock, up into her slippery opening for a split second, before she tilted her hips back, causing the tip to slide past her opening to rub against her swollen clit. It was just a glimpse, but I noticed the sly smile she got when she learned with just a quick tilt of her hips, she could easily get the head to penetrate her fertile pussy and control, if and when, she would take my cock, take my sperm and then take my baby too.
As Jessica came down from her climax, she slipped two fingers deep inside her pussy, looked me in the eyes, bringing her delicate fingertips to her sexy lips, tasting her juices before leaning down to kiss me, sharing her sweet nectar. Still breathing heavily, she put her lips to my ear and whispered.
"That's what my fertile pussy tastes like when it's ripe, and ready to be inseminated."
"Holy shit, Jess! What's gotten into you?" I half laughed as Jessica gave me a lustful biology lesson.
My wife bit her lip as she reached down with her petite fingers, fisting my hard cock, squeezing out a big wad of thick sperm, scooping it up with her fingers, sucking them clean, before kissing me again. Still out of breath, with her lips to my ear again she whispers.
"That's what potent sperm tastes like, when it knows there is a fresh fertile egg, deep inside a nice tight wet willing ovulating pussy, just waiting for a fresh hot load of thick potent sperm. If you keep putting your big hard cock in my tight little pussy, nutting point blank against the opening to my unprotected womb, this close to ovulation, you're going to be a daddy Jeff. It feels too good and makes me so unbelievably horny. I don't have the will power to stop you from nutting deep inside me and knocking me up."
My eyes were locked on Jessica's sexy pink labia hugging my hard slippery shaft as she did a slow camel toe slide, causing the head of my cock to peek out from her juicy lips on each back stroke. We both watched intently as she continued her slow sensual dance, exciting us, and enticing moans and heavy breathing from both of us. Jessica had me on edge again as we watched her slide forward and squeeze a big gob of cum from the tip of my cock, causing Jessica to shudder and moan. On the next stroke she slid farther forward than usual and with a little tilt of her hips and a parting of her silky lips, caught the tip in her tight opening, pausing for a split second before pushing back and locking the head just inside her tight wet vagina.
My wife stared into my eyes and with a smug sexy smile, she said, "Oops."
As she held the tip in her delightfully tight grasp, we both felt if pulse and Jessica let out the most beautiful sexy groan of erotic, pure pleasure. Her graphic but inspiring words had stunned me but my body was responding to her biological signals, readying me for another round of sexual reproduction. I felt my testicles tingle as she milked the head of my penis with her talented inner muscles. She kissed me and sat up, lifting off my extremely excited erection, leaving it bobbing and jerking in the breeze. Jessica rolled over next to me, on her back with a huge grin, staring into my eyes as she grabbed a pillow, tucking it under her hips. She bent her knees, letting them fall to the side, opening herself up to me in the most sensual and vulnerable way. She next traced her fingers slowly down over her perky breasts and hard nipples, sensually stroking them across her toned flat abdomen on their way to her swollen glistening fertile flower. My mercilessly teased erection was twitching, pulsing and oozing precum as I watched Jessica's fingers in a daze while they touched and rubbed her splayed lady lips.
It was extremely erotic, watching Jessica's sexy petite fingers massaging her juicy lips, circling her clit before dipping two fingers deep inside. When she pulled them out, they were covered in thick clear stretchy girl goo as she held them up for me to see. I reached for her hand and guided it to my lips, tasting her thick fertile juices, sucking her fingers clean. I was drawn to the source of her tasty nectar, and used my lips and tongue to explore every fold and crevice of her slippery labia, before sliding my tongue deep inside to search for more. I used every trick her mother had taught me and quickly made her cum hard twice, feeling her clenching my tongue as she convulsed in orgasm. I brought her to the edge once more before backing off, leaving her frustrated and in need of release, just like she had done to me, so many times. When I looked at Jessica's face, I knew I had never seen her look so beautiful, radiant, down right sexy and out of control with excitement.
Getting me this worked up, teasing me, edging me over and over, letting me know that she felt her ovulation happen yesterday, saying we should stop and then lying on her back, slipping a pillow under her hips to tilt and elevate her womb for maximum penetration and sperm retention as close to her cervix as possible. My words had urged caution and patience but her body was saying "I'm ripe and ready to bred, NOW!"
I watched Jessica's hands move to her wet aroused slit, slide two fingers down each side of her labia, slipping them inside, opening and spreading her beautiful pussy, so I could look deep inside. Jessica was truly glowing as she looked at me and said, "We will find a way… if I fall pregnant… we will have our families to support us… Jeff, look at my pussy, tell me what you see, do you see my cervix?"
I told her I could see it, down inside, a couple inches past her fingertips, and the only place I saw sperm was near her vaginal opening, where her fingers were. I could see what looked like a pink dome with a tapered hole in the middle, about the size of my pinky finger. The hole was open, and there was lots of clear girl goo covering everything, with a glossy coating. It was at that moment in time when I realized, Jessica, was the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, and I was done fighting the inevitable. We were both deeply in love, she had made it abundantly clear that she loved me very much, was physically and emotionally ready to conceive our baby, and spend the rest of our lives together, creating a family, making beautiful babies, and finding new and exciting ways to keep each other happy.
Knowing I was ready to mark her as mine, my wife beamed with pride and smiled, as I felt my shaft twitch and pulse out a thick glob of sperm. As I looked at her open cervix, the urge to do something incredibly risky took over. I moved over Jessica's open pussy, with the tip of my dripping erection, aligning it with her open cervix. In one smooth motion, I grabbed my hard shaft and slowly stroked it, above her gaping pink hole breathing heavily as Jessica watched, with big eyes and excited moans. When a huge stringy drip of sperm fell from the head of my erection, I heard Jessica gasp and hold her breath as she watched it fall, directly between her delicate fingers, flinching as it landed on her shiny pink cervix with an audible splash.
From that moment on, the undeniable urge to be deep inside the little redhead was overwhelming as I guided my engorged knob into Jessica's open pussy, until I felt it touch her cervix. I rubbed the oozing tip of my baby maker against the opening to the youngest twin's womb, as she moaned and writhed beneath me, pulling her fingers from her fertile flower as I bottomed out balls deep and bareback, bringing our biggest fears and deepest fantasy to fruition in one fateful plunge. Jessica wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my thighs as I settled down on top of her, bringing her lips to my ear, she whispered with a sexy giggle.
"Did my naughty, tight, wet, fertile, ovulating, little, pussy, seduce you into slipping your big hard, bare cock deep inside me, unprotected, and fully loaded? At the most risky time of the month? What you just did, is more romantic than anything you could have put into words no matter how eloquently stated."
I was taking long slow, deep strokes, pushing hard as I bottomed out each time, tickling Jessica's ripe womb, stirring our combined passion, as my wife fueled my desire with sexy whispered, erotic roleplay scenes of exciting baby making, passionate sex. I was getting close again and my strokes and breathing were getting more urgent as I heard Jessica whisper.
"Oh Jeff, I feel you getting thicker and harder, How close are you?"
I grunted a "Very close" and felt Jessica clamp down using her kegels, milking my shaft and using her legs to pull me deeper inside her pussy, at the bottom of each stroke, as she whispered in my ear.
"Baby, I want you to see it, when you take your shot at knocking me up, I want you to see what you're doing to me, the potent sperm, shooting out from the hole, in the tip of your cock, splashing thick cum deep inside my open, fertile, ovulating, womb."
"Jessica… there are no guarantees… it will happen… when we are both ready…"
"I’m ready… I want you to hold out as long as possible, pull out just as you feel the first pulsing of your orgasm, shoot your huge load straight at the opening in my cervix, make it as risky as you want baby, I want it all Jeff, I want to feel every squirt when you pollinate my fertile little flower."
Jessica's role play was starting to make it difficult to hold back my orgasm, and I needed to stop for a moment to regain control. I pushed in deep and held it there to give myself time to calm down as I looked down Jessica's young firm body, watching her perky breasts and hard nipples rise and fall as she crept closer to orgasm. I noticed when I pushed in deep that my cock made a bulge appear just below her belly button, Jessica noticed it too. I watched her hands seek out the bump on her tummy, stroking it with her petite fingers, drawing ooh's and aah's from both of us, as we felt it jump deep inside when she stroked it from the outside.
Jessica pressed her fingers on her tummy, on either side of the bulge, and was able to move my cock from side to side, brushing the tip against her sensitive cervix. We both watched in awe as Jessica tickled the opening to her womb with the tip of my rock hard erection, causing us both to moan out loud as my cock throbbed hard, deep inside Jessica's tight wet sheath. We both knew from experience how much sperm leaked out in the past, whenever my cock would jerk and flex from Jessica edging me over and over again. I watched her slide one hand down to her clit and start rubbing in little circles, the other hand guiding the bulge in her tummy to press against her cervix, circling the opening to her slippery fertile core.
I could tell Jessica was close to cumming, when I felt her getting tighter and hotter around my shaft, tilting her hips to push her cervix against the tip of my cock, ripening her womb for insemination, as she worked herself towards a huge orgasm. I felt Jessica start convulsing as her climax began, milking my erection with her strong inner muscles, almost pushing me over the edge as she looked up at me with her beautiful deep green eyes, heavy with passion.
I felt my shaft jerk hard, and heard a gasp that didn't come from Jessica's lips. I caught movement and noticed Jessica's twin sister Rachel's reflection, in the mirror above the bed, standing in the doorway watching us, one hand inside her sexy little panties, the other holding her perky breast, tweaking her hard nipple as she watched my cock throb deep inside her sister's fertile pussy.
Rachel maintained eye contact with me. Her deep, green eyes, framed by her bright red hair, heavy with passion, eyelids fluttering, biting her lower lip. Making sure, I knew she was watching me, quite possibly impregnating her sister, as she brought herself to orgasm along with Jessica and I. I felt Jessica grip my shaft tight as we locked eyes and she whispered. "Jeff? Show me how much cum you have for me, I want to see it."
I was way beyond the point of no return when I pulled my throbbing erection, free from Jessica's quivering slice of heaven. I think the three of us all gasped at the same time, when we saw the head emerge from Jessica's pink interior, dripping thick sperm, as the mushroom shaped tip birthed from her tight moist grasp, laying down a trail above her swollen labia.
From that moment on everything seemed like slow motion. I remember lifting my knee, putting my foot down to lift and pull out of Jessica's tight throbbing pussy. Seeing the sperm leaking out from between her slippery wet pussy lips, dripping from the tip of my pulsing erection, as I pulled back separating us, by about twelve inches. I remember seeing the sperm dripping, right above Jessica's clit, making eye contact with her, seeing her sexy smile, as she slid her fingers along her labia, dipping inside to open her sweet pinkness, showing me her cervix, surrounded by a moat of thick white sperm, just the very tip and opening to her fertile womb above the semen line, rapidly pulsing with her heartbeat.
As I struggled to control my ejaculation I felt Rachel's petite, curvy but athletic body pressed firmly against me from behind, naked breasts and hard nipples pressed against my back, the soft delicate fingers of her right hand firmly encircling my rigid shaft to transverse its length. The fingers of her left hand covered in her pearly dew smeared my lips and nose in her savoury essence, assaulting my senses with her fertile pheromones before plunging them into my mouth. I licked the fertile nectar from Rachel's petite fingers as she placed her chin on my shoulder, bit my earlobe and whispered.
"I must have missed something rather special last night. You two are perfect together. And now look at you both? You now can't control yourselves! I bet you knocked up my sister hours after she married you! So… What are you going to do to my tight little, unmarried pussy when you feel it gripping your big hard cock?"
My balls pulled tight, desperate to jettison my second load of the morning as Rachel teased her sisters clitoris with my angry looking cockhead, weeping precum and smearing it all over her hot sex.
"I know you're both trying to make a baby Jeff, and I think that’s extremely hot. But… I don’t want to be left behind. I don’t want to complicate things…" Rachel began looking at her twin sister who nodded and smiled, "But… I want to remain… in both your lives… married or not. I wont push… but I just can’t not be a part of what you both have together. Will you let me hold your beautiful cock, while it explodes and shoots thick hot sperm all over Jessica's, fertile, little, kitty? Will you let me aim your potent ejaculate where it will do the most damage and probably impregnate her? Will you be thinking about sinking this big, beautiful, cock, balls deep, inside my fertile, unprotected, tight pussy, bareback, filling it with the biggest load of potent baby batter you can… when you knock up my sister… please Jeff? Cum for us… Cum for me?"
That was the phrase that put me over the edge, delivering another huge load. Rachel just kept stroking my shaft and tonging my ear as I began erupting. I was just along for the ride at this point. Rachel was milking my shaft, draining my balls, blasting the opening to Jessica's womb, with amazing accuracy, each volley of potent sperm, drowning her cervix in hot spunk. When Rachel finished emptying every last drop of my sperm laden semen into her sister's fertile flower, she bit my ear and whispered.
"You must have been really excited Jeff, that was a huge load. Jessica must have had fun edging you, long and hard. You did such a good job filling her up, it looks like you were shooting for twins."
I was extremely relaxed from the incredible orgasm and lying down sounded really good. Rachel guided me back from Jessica so she could elevate her sister's hips, keeping my sperm where it would do the most good. When Rachel had Jessica's hips situated she guided me to lie on my back with my head positioned where I could look up and see Jessica's back and sweet ass. I watched in a daze as Rachel straddled my upper body, placing her hands on Jessica's hips as she brought her sexy lips closer to her sister's freshly filled pussy. When her tongue touched Jessica's clit I heard Jessica moan just as I felt Rachel's silk, panty covered pussy hit my chin. I could feel her heat and smell her arousal as she rubbed her tight little peach against my face, as if she was feeling around for something specific.
As Rachel worked her sister towards climax, all it took was one little unconscious pelvic thrust and Rachel's sweet little box was pressed tightly against my lips. I took in her feminine scent, thick with fertile pheromones, causing my erection to quickly return to full hardness, as she rubbed her sweet box against my hungry lips. As I pressed my tongue against Rachel's silk panties, pushing the material into her tight slippery labia, I felt her locate my nose with her clit, gradually rubbing more aggressively as her passion rose. Over the next fifteen minutes I heard Jessica reach orgasm three times and felt Rachel press her succulent flower hard against my lips as she shuddered in orgasm, twice before she paused. I heard them both breathing hard as Rachel whispered to Jessica.
"Don't move, let it soak in for a minute, I'll be right back."
I felt Rachel do a few slow circles, rubbing her wet silk covered labia against my lips, before I felt her fingers slip her panties to the side, giving me my first direct, uncovered taste of her pussy, so sweet and fresh. She was so close to cumming, it took mere minutes to bring her to orgasm, drenching my tongue in fertile nectar, thick with the scent of arousal infused pheromones.
Rachel's cute little red triangle tickled my nose as she did several quick pelvic thrusts, driving my tongue deep into her tight pink flower, as she peaked, in her third orgasm. She slid backwards, snuggling on top of me and settling in with her face beside mine, just a few inches away. So close I could smell Jessica's arousal and my own as well and see the combined juices on Rachel's lips and tongue. Rachel was staring into my eyes with a sly proud sexy smile, rubbing her inner thigh against my glossy knob, until she noticed I was looking at the thick drop of sperm hanging from her chin. Rachel reached up, scooping it up with her finger, holding it up before our eyes, before she pondered and stated in a sexy voice.
"I read that in the average drop of semen, there are roughly three hundred thousand sperm, enough to impregnate me thousands of times, but apparently, it only takes one."
Rachel held up her finger, curling her tongue around the tip to transfer my thick spend to her tongue, giving me that devious sexy smile, before centering her amazing little body atop mine, trapping my erection against her silk covered mound. She stared deep into my eyes as she slowly closed the gap between our lips, licking my lips several times before joining our lips together, tongues searching each other out passionately. Rachel paused, breathing heavily as she whispered.
"Oh Jeff, It's so exciting, tasting myself on your lips when you kiss me, knowing you're tasting Jessica and yourself too, on my lips. I can't stop thinking about how many sperm I just painted your lips with and now that you know, will you still push your tongue as deep as you can in my wet little pussy, hoping to take the risk of knocking me up too. I'm going to go back to making my sister's cervix dance and suck more of your potent swimmers deep inside her womb, while I hold my kitty close for you to see and smell how excited I am. My legs are getting a little tired. You might want to help hold me up so I don't accidentally rub my pussy on your lips. We don't want to risk your sperm pollinating my fertile little flower now, or… do we?"
Rachel bit my lip, teasing me, before flashing a sly sexy smile, lifting up so we could both see her silk covered slit, just inches away from the head of my cock, still wet with Jessica's savory essence. We both watched in awe as Rachel closed the gap between my glossy knob and her silk covered paradise, causing us to moan in unison, as her silky mound kissed the slippery tip. Rachel moved her hips in slow sensual circles, rubbing her wet silk against my rock hard erection, sliding the slippery thick plumb up her thigh, catching the edge of her panties, taking my slippery mushroom tip into direct contact with her juicy swollen labia. As I watched in awe, Rachel slid a petite finger down the side of her panties, to pull them aside so I could see, and feel her gliding the tip of my rock hard erection through her juicy labia, wetting the shiny plumb with her sweet juices.
Seeing my thick knob parting Rachel's lips, lined up with her tight opening, slippery and ready for insertion, took extreme willpower to keep from grabbing her hips and pulling her down onto my thick shaft. She only held me in her grasp for a moment as she gave me a devilish smirk, before sliding her sweet little box up my body, until her juicy peach was mere inches from my tongue. Rachel was very skilled at teasing me into a frenzy, I had reached my limit with her pussy so close I could smell her arousal. I grabbed her thighs, pulling her succulent flower down onto my hungry lips, using the full length of my probing tongue to seek out her fertile nectar. I teased Rachel, bringing her close to orgasm several times before she became aggressive, tilting her hips to bring her engorged clit into contact with my nose, as she pressed down hard, grinding her juicy peach against my face, squeezing her soft thighs against the side of my head as she achieved her release. I was having difficulty breathing and felt dizzy just before everything went dark.
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I woke up with a smile on my face. A little disoriented, and feeling cold without my wife by my side. The lodge appeared empty. I looked around the room which was now brightly lit by the light sneaking in between the curtains. I saw the glow from the bathroom about the same time I heard the shower turn on as I kicked my legs over the side of the large four post bed. I walked across the room as naked as I was when we fell asleep just an hour or so earlier. I stopped to brush my teeth before sneaking into the bathroom. I paused at the door and watched Jessica through the frosted glass of the stall door.
Her head was thrown back as she stroked her hair allowing the water to penetrate the thick flowing copper coloured mane now reaching the top of her small, tight rump was very arousing. I watched as Jessica caressed her body under the hard spray of the scolding hot water, her hands cupping her firm, perky breasts as she turned to let the falling water beat on her back. My hot wife caught me out of the corner of her eye and smiled as she realised I was awake and watching her. I stepped into the shower and felt butterflies dance in my belly as she reached for me and wrapped her arms around my neck.
"Good morning beautiful, I missed you," I whispered.
"I wanted to get a head start so we could enjoy our first day together as man and wife. Rachel is next door reporting to our parents that all is well…"
"Did you… invite her over this morning?"
"No… but she kinda knew that she might have needed to be here." Jessica smiled impishly, batting her long eyelashes sweetly.
"She’s welcome… just..."
"You want to know which of us you're with." Jessica said, finishing my sentence.
"Thank you for understanding," I whispered as I leaned forward and gently kissed her. I knew, in that moment, that my life was changing. I had a wife and partner now… and more importantly, she finally understood.
Despite the hours of love making the night before, the simple kiss we shared made my stomach tighten, and my heart raced. I felt my knees knock and I leaned into her; partially out of desire to feel her against me, and partially out of a desire not to fall. We were making out passionately, our arms tangled in a hug that rivaled that of an anaconda. She pulled away for air and I took the opportunity to kiss my way down her long slender neck. My right hand slid up to grip a handful of her hair at the roots, not aggressively but lovingly; my left hand slid down to savour the perfect roundness of her small but perfect ass. My lips and tongue continued the trail of kisses down and along her neck as I felt her involuntary thrusts against my thigh. I pulled back and looked into her deep, lovely green eyes. Jessica blushed and after initially looking away she met my gaze. Our embrace tightened subconsciously as we gazed into each other's souls. I can't tell how long we stood there; it was a moment seared into my mind to be savoured for eternity.
Eventually our mouths found each other and we kissed again; there was something different. Less panicked and more perfect. I reached for the shampoo as she turned her back to me and leaned back into my chest. I took a copious amount of the thick liquid in my hand and started working it into the top of her scalp. She leaned forward allowing me to wash her long hair. As I reached the bottom my hands continued down to spread the extra suds over the globes of the ass I always adored. My wife leaned back into me and turned her head for a kiss, as she did I slid my hands up, cupping her breasts; squeezing her erect nipples between the knuckles of my fingers. I lathered up the scrubbing sponge with lavender body wash and slowly washed her entire body, her constant repositioning within my embrace allowed me to cleanse her various regions; but also afforded my mouth the opportunity to taste her all over as well. I found myself becoming aroused by kissing areas I had never even considered sexy or sensual before. I stood behind her and gently scrubbed her back, starting at the top and slowly working my way down to her bum. She pulled away and looked at me seductively as she swayed her hips in a sexy dance as she rinsed the suds from her body.
As Jessica turned away she leaned back into me. My rigid member quickly nestled between the little twins cheeks, she teased it by squeezing them together. I slid my hand down between her legs, finding her swollen clit and I worked it with firm, slow circles causing her to press herself back into me. I turned her around as I got on my knees in front of her. She lifted her left leg putting her foot on the edge of the stall, opening herself to me and I gave her a devilish grin as I started kissing her right below her navel. I kissed and licked every square inch of her lower stomach, groin and inner thighs, teasingly avoiding the spot she wanted licked so badly. My hands were searching her ass and thighs. I grazed her swollen vulva, each time sending shivers up her spine. Jess carresed the stubble of my face gently encouraging me to cease the torture and give her the pleasure she yearned for.
I reached around and gripped a cheek in each of my stretched out hands as I surprised her by sucking her clit into my mouth without warning. She moaned and gasped as I suckled, nibbled, licked and flicked her swollen love button. My hands were kneading at her butt pulling it apart stretching her tight rosebud. I moved my mouth down marginally and invaded her with my tongue, reaching as far into her love tunnel as I could; I would never grow tired of the taste of her sweet nectar. Her moans progressed to the point of being one long, perpetual song of praise broken up periodically by a string of profanity expressing the intensity of her pleasure.
Jessica was leaning against the shower wall; her legs were rubbery and threatening to fail her. She took my face in her hands as she fell to her knees in front of me. We kissed; hungrily seeking each other's mouths. She was being more aggressive than I had ever experienced, leaning into me, forcing me to a seated position as she straddled my lap. We didn't break from our making out as she reached down and took my stiff shaft aiming its mushroom head at the wet opening of her waiting vagina. My beautiful wife lowered herself onto me and as she was fully impaled, held herself pressed against me for a moment. She repositioned herself, wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I took her bottom in my hands, supporting her as we found our rhythm of slow soft thrusts against each other.
She broke away from our kiss and looked into my eyes. Our gaze was locked and we continued the exploration of the deeper intimacy throughout the duration of our coupling. It was so intense! I had lost track of controlling my body and felt my orgasm building and taking over. I didn't need to tell her, it was as if we knew everything about each other at that moment, and I could sense that she was reaching the same point… we would cum together. Our eyes widened, our brows furrowed and our faces were contorted into the blissful spasm of a climax. I felt her fleshy walls spasm on my hardness a fleeting moment before the ropes of semen erupted from my tip flooding her fertile womb. The orgasms were long and intense, yet our eyes remain locked. After several moments of our thrusts became slower and less frequent, our breaths becoming more regular and deeper. Our hearts were beating so rapidly that I could actually see her pulse throbbing in her slender neck. She leaned in for one more long, slow loving kiss then she pulled away,
Wrapping the towel around her body Jessica made her way from the bathroom to the bedroom, both of us happy to have the entire day together, our first day as husband and wife. I followed her into our room as she unwrapped the towel from around her and placed it on the king-sized four post bed we spent our first night together in. I watched her as she sat down on the bed naked and began to apply moisturizing lotion to her entire body. Beginning at her feet Jessica slowly worked the moisture into her legs and continued up past her pubic area. Continuing to massage and way up her body she finally reached her tiny tits. Drifting into a trance, Jessica continued to massage and knead her nipples, as I sat down to watch her dress.
Suddenly a flash of light jolted Jessica back to reality, turning her attention to the slightly opened curtains she noticed the curtains next door swaying as if they had just been moved. She knew the room was occupied by her sister and turned bright red when she turned back to face me. I had always been appreciative of her petite naked body. She smiled as she realised his attentiveness was giving me an opportunity to check her out. With a cheeky grin she wrapped the towel back around herself Jessica went to the window and opened the curtains all the way.
Turning back towards me, deciding to give me a show, Jessica made an exaggerated shrug of her shoulders and allowed the towel to drop. Naked once again her tits jiggled from her movements. Enjoying my reaction, my wife turned around and let her ass wiggle as she went back to the bed. Sitting on the edge of our bed Jessica began to consider her clothing options and blushed again when she saw my penis rise and thicken for her. I visibly observed her pussy spasm as her eyes surveyed my own nakedness. Turning on the light next to her bed she allowed it to create a silhouette of her body for me to better see the outline of her stunning nudity.
Once again spreading her legs she began to massage her small tits, leaning back she appeared to close her eyes as if she was enjoying her play time, however, she kept her eyes open just enough to watch me masturbate. Knowing I had my eyes on her, Jessica slowly turned so that her spread pussy fully faced me, providing me with an excellent view of her inseminated vagina, topped with a red triangle of tidy curls. Slowly my teenage wife began tracing a path back and forth from her tits to her vuova. She allowed her finger to stray into her pussy and collect some of her juices which began to flow more freely as my hand began to beat to the rhythm of my heart. Slowly a stream of juices began to take shape and glow on her naked inner thigh. Continuing to finger herself Jessica toyed with her pussy as she savoured the thrill of me watching her. Closing her eyes and tilting her head back she enjoyed the convulsions as the first orgasm rocked her and made her legs tremble. Squeezing one of her diminutive tits in her left hand Jessica stuffed two then three fingers from her right hand deep into her creamy pussy.
My wife matched my pace, working her pussy until the next wave of orgasms overtook her, sending tremors through her body as her tits bounced up and down. As sensations jolted through her I began to peel my foreskin up and down over my swollen cock head, masturbating my hard, naked dick for her. I had already cum twice this morning but I could feel a third swelling and rising up from deep within me; that feeling of tightness and the height and depth of those sweet spasms deep in my loins, getting more intense with each one. My pre-cum began seeping out, my body growing more and more rigid…
Jessica’s green eyes sparkled as thoughts flew through her mind about how much her voyeur was enjoying her show. The mere thought of being watched caused another orgasm to course through her body making her tremble and zapping her diminished energy. As the convulsions subsided my wife softly massaged her pussy soothing it as it continued to lightly spasm from the attention.
Realising she was now glistening in sweat from her "performance" Jessica stood up and turned her back to me, giving me an unobstructed view of her ass. Slowly the little redhead spread her and bent over allowing her pussy to be exposed from behind. The shit eating grin on her face remained as she assumed her best Naked Wonder Woman pose. Head back, tits out, tummy tucked, and ass stuck out. Then she spun herself around, spread her legs and bent over. After she was in position she reached back like all good strippers and spread her ass cheeks giving me a beautiful view of her ass and pussy. She held that position for a good thirty seconds letting me soak in the details of her sex.
Turning back around Jessica began squeezing and kneading her tits. I could see the wetness in her pussy growing as I directed her to play with various parts of her naked body. After several minutes of play the wetness from her soaked pussy was running down her thigh; a silvery trail of girl cum and my semen, trickling down her long legs. Playfully she reached down and scooped up some on her finger. Holding it out for me to see she then stuck her finger in her mouth and stroked it in and out. From the smile on my face, she could tell I was enjoying the show.
I had to stop masturbating as I felt my testicles begin to rise but I left my gently stroking fingers in place until that last possible moment, last breath, last heartbeat... I heard a low, moaning, soft wailing sound, and realised after a moment that it was me; a soft sob escapes my tremulous lips, and it sounds so erotic to me that I let another, and another pour out, until I was crying softly watching her, my fingers just barely, lovingly touching the head of my agonizing dick... I feel a surge of pre-cum moving up through my rigid shaft and pouring slowly out, and a louder sob shook my whole body and the chair beneath me... the pleasure/pain was unbearable!
Looking around Jessica spied her hairbrush, picking it up she inserted the handle into her mouth and began fucking her mouth all the while keeping her eyes on me. After a minute of this she took the hairbrush out and pointed at it and her pussy with a quizzical look on her face… Carefully Jessica spread her pussy and slowly began working the hairbrush into it. Not a big fan of toys she was still enjoying the effect this had on her audience, I watched with wide eyes as slowly her pussy took the brush handle eventually all the way to the hilt, until the bristles were tickling her. Jessica worked it in and out fucking her pussy as she had fucked her mouth slowly building the desire within her.
I stopped completely, moving my fingers away and sat still... the urgency of the need to let my screaming body burst from so deep within itself. As soon as the sensation subsided my fingers were back in the next instant... the urgency returned, and I had to stop them again... oh, how I wanted to cum for her!
Closing her eyes and softly moaning she began playing with her tits with her free hand, knowing but not caring she was being scrutinized so carefully. Her concentration was on the building orgasm and I could see she was well on her way. Suddenly her green eyes flew open, and she focused her eyes on me as another huge climax shook her. She continued fucking herself with the brush as wave after wave of her orgasm blasted through her body, sending her petite form spasming and thrashing around on the bed.
Spent and glistening in sweat she removed the brush and made a show of licking her juices from it. Facing away from me, Jessica reached around herself and put the brush behind her back, teasing her peachy bum cheeks. Not wanting to fully insert it she pushed it into her ass just far enough so it would stay in place. Then she carefully wiggled her impaled bottom at me.
My dick had been so hard for so long it was starting to hurt! I felt feverish and numb out near the end, but my mind and heart and soul were treacherous and fiendish, and moaning and crying and writhing like a serpent in its death struggle I clutched myself tightly, holding on until the sensations began to ebb…
Jessica plopped herself back onto the bed face first, made a show of fucking herself in the ass with the brush for a few seconds before removing it and facing me once more. As her breath slowly returned to normal she realised just how close I was. Laying down on the bed she began playing with her pussy in a slow and deliberate manner. This time the orgasm was for her, a well-earned reward for her latest performance. Slowly she massaged her clit occasionally inserting a finger or two to tease her pussy even more. She could feel the orgasm build but there was no hurry as she wanted the feeling to last and the orgasm to be a satisfying conclusion. Edging when she got close to an orgasm Jessica enjoyed herself for several minutes while I held onto my load, until eventually she simply couldn't hold back anymore and let yet another orgasm take her.
I found that I had resumed stroking my manhood and it was becoming more than I could bear; my sobbing grew in intensity and volume until it became a long, broken, gasping, anguished wail as my fingers stretched my fiery sheath downward to its limit; deliberately, purposefully, I spread my legs as far apart as I could for my wife to see, my toes far apart. I could feel the raw, electrifying energy of what was about to happen arcing between them and in my tightly-clenched, quivering rectum and swirling through my throat and around the base of my tongue …
Jessica stood up to watch my finale, as she approached her neatly prepared clothing. She began to dress as she would for a date night, selecting a sheer white bra with a matching thong. She pulled the panties up her long, smooth legs then like a striptease in reverse, she clasped the bra behind her back. I could see her nipples through the bra, next was her wedding jewelry taking care to make sure it was large enough to be seen but not garish. She finished her outfit with a sheer white blouse and a pair of white high heels. Checking herself in the mirror Jessica liked what she saw, her sexy long legs shimmered from the oil she had applied to them. The robe gave an erotic peek at her cleavage, a light spritzing of perfume completed her ensemble, she was ready to watch me blow.
She was transfixed by what she saw. I could see that she was breathing hard as my wrist action increased, and she was getting quite worked up about it judging by the activity in her panties. I just sat there, watching. Any thought of holding on had long gone out of my head, I was rooted to the spot. Watching her. My sexy wife. Her hand had snuck under her dress and was caressing her breast, tweaking her extended nipple. Her other hand had lifted her skirt and was buried in her panties. God, they were already wet.
I listened to her. Her breathing. Watched her. Watched her hand speed up, her breasts rise and fall, her lips parting as her breathing became more laboured. My own fingers were getting me close. I had to bite down on my knuckle to stifle the moan that was building in me. I was writhing on the chair now, my own moans loud and so, so sexy. Oh God… I was going to cum!
My body arched upward to its limit and held; I would be crying out loudly, but that unbearable tightness in my rock-hard cock and belly had taken my breath completely away in silent and eloquent tribute to what was happening to me... and then the first hard, gut-wrenching contraction slammed into me like a sledgehammer between my legs, and another, and another, and I was crying out and crying and sobbing and clutching myself desperately as my body's creamy, white cum spurt and spewed up through my now violently stretching, straining, erupting… oh, God, bursting… cock, scalding the inside of its slotted tip and leaping up toward the ceiling above me and raining down like molten lava all over my chest and face and hair; spattering on my shameless naked body.
Jessica pulled the thong up tighter and immediately felt the pressure against her clitoris. Warmth started spreading through her groin again and she couldn't help it. She turned to watch herself masturbate in front of the mirror. With one hand she kept the thong pulled up tight between her pussy lips and with the other hand, she gently but persistently rubbed her clitoris. I saw her orgasm coming on as opened her mouth wide but tried to remain silent. She kept her gorgeous green eyes open as I watched her fingers work over her pussy as several pulses of pure pleasure emanated through her groin and out through her body.
She relaxed, letting go of the thong and feeling sexually spent. Carefully she pushed her panties back into place and lifted her dress for me to see. Her legs looked weak and I still felt tingly. I smiled at the crotch of the panties as she stepped towards my cum splattered body. They were completely soaked with her arousal.
"You need another shower… but I'm going to wear the aftermath of this all day… in tribute to my handsome husband." she said looking down, "I love you, Mr Winter."
"I love you more, Mrs Winter."
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It was midmorning by the time I finally dressed and we decided it would be rude of us not to rejoin our combined families for breakfast. They would all be heading home, giving us one more night together, alone, before returning to our loft space in the Robinson household. I was disappointed that I couldn't yet afford a honeymoon but had made my wife a promise that we would escape to some deserted island in the sun just as soon as I had saved enough. I knew it might be quite some time but it was a promise I intended to keep.
We made ourselves look presentable, unable to hide our smiles as we prepared to step out into the world as husband and wife. I made my way to the lodge next door with Jessica's scent on her clothes, her amazing flavour sweet and strong on my tongue and lips, making my heart pound as we made the short walk to where the Robinson and Winter families had gathered. Sophie answered the door looking incredibly sexy. She greeted me with a huge smile and a warm hug, pressing her beautiful breasts against me. My Mom, upon seeing Jessica and I enter, immediately burst into happy tears and rushed to hug and kiss us both.
"I don't think she’s stopped crying since the wedding," my Dad quipped as he too embraced me then shook my hand as Joseph too followed suit.
Rachel kept her distance. Molly had turned up and was keeping her occupied but not enough for both of them to give me furtive looks over breakfast. We spent the rest of the morning wind surfing on the lake before returning to the café for a light lunch. It was a beautiful day for sure. Jessica and I spent every moment hand in hand, the sun was shining brightly with not a hint of clouds in the sky. We all sat in the chairs arranged out on the lawn by the side of the café. I couldn't be happier, knowing that we truly were meant for each other. I was just watching Jessica's lips move, loving just how they looked, idly wondering what they would taste like when I leaned forward and kissed her, obviously surprising her. It took Jessica a moment to return the kiss, but when she did it was incredible. Our lips molded together perfectly. Our mouths opened and tongues dueled, with me first tasting her mouth and then she mine. We were panting, breathing heavily as things heated up even more.
Our hands stroked the other, holding us tightly together, feeling our bodies through our clothing. The rest of the world disappeared as we got lost in each other. Our bodies melded together and moved together. Jessica's head was on my chest, no doubt listening to my rapid heart beat. My arms wrapped around her, holding her tightly to me. The world felt as it should be. Jessica looked up and smiled and I smiled back. We fitted together so perfectly, our lips touching, our tongues sliding effortlessly together. I felt her press against me even tighter. I heard her whimpers and her panting as we breathed together.
"Get a room!" Rachel laughed, as we noticed everyone was staring at us with glistening eyes.
We tried to restrain ourselves for the rest of the afternoon until the time came for everyone to leave. Jessica and I would get one more night in our own private paradise before we would rejoin everyone back in the city. I even had work commitments! The money would come in handy, especially as Jessica wasn’t yet earning a living. She had been focused on the wedding but now she would spend the rest of the summer finding a job in her chosen career: Social impact design. She always wanted to do something creative and with a strong degree behind her she could afford to be picky. She had wanted to design apps, services, or systems that solved real problems; like healthcare access, education, or the climate. She would excel in anything that involved problem-solving, technology and understanding how people think, she was empathic and conscientious and would one day change the world, of that I was sure; she had changed mine.
The cars were packed and we began to say our goodbyes. Mom and Dad were first to go, my Mom still in tears, my father now looking at me as an equal rather than just a son. I was happy that he seemed so proud of me. As they drove away Jessica drifted towards the café to give our eternal thanks to Molly and her grandmother as I helped pack some of our wedding presents into her parents car. Sophie and Joseph shared a whispered conversation with Rachel who seemed anxious. Finally, they seemed to push Rachel towards me, urging her to say something but, for the first time in a long while, the little redhead looked embarrassed and lost for words.
"I’ve been told I need to kiss you goodbye," she said looking down, "I have to leave you here… with Jessica."
I pulled Rachel into my arms. "Look, damn it. I'm in love with you," I admitted. "I want you to be part of my life."
Rachel looked at me with a little smirk on her face, a look of happiness, a look of desire. "I know. But Mom says I need to give you both space. You’re a married man now and that was the most beautiful wedding I’ve ever seen. Can I ask you a question?"
"Gof for it."
"You grow up and you see things on TV or in the movies that make you think that there's something magical in something as simple as a kiss." Rachel began. "As a girl you see Cinderella kiss the prince and its magic, Sleeping Beauty, even movies like Gone with Wind. And you think, some day that will happen to me. The kissies you share with Jessica… they even look different now. Do they feel different?" Rachel took another deep breath and let herself calm down. "Do you love her more now?"
I looked into Rachel’s green eyes, "No." I said, "It feels the same… she feels the same. It’s hard to explain but… it’s the world that feels different." I reached out and squeezed her hand.
"I feel different… now… when you kiss my sister."
"You want to know if there are fireworks when I kiss her..."
"Yeah..." Rachel smiled.
"I think..." Now I had to search for the right words. "Have you ever read Peter Pan? At the very beginning it says that Mrs. Darling had a secret kiss, one that she never shared with anyone, not even Mr. Darling. Everyone has that kiss, that "magical" kiss, a kiss they want to give to someone. Sometimes they know who that person is and they save it for them, sometimes they spend their lives looking for that person, some find them, some don't. I think maybe that’s what it feels like when I kiss Jess."
"You're so romantic!" Rachel smiled at me. "But the real world isn't like that and I’m no Tinkerbell." Rachel had seen way too much to believe in fairytales.
I caught her by surprise and pulled her close. "Yes it is. You just have to love that person more than you love yourself." I said with a seriousness she rarely saw. Taking her head in his hands he drew her closer.
"What are you doing Jeff?" Rachel whispered, well aware of his intent and not wanting to fight it in the least.
"Shut up." I whispered just as our lips met.
Rachel let herself go, giving in to my embrace. My kiss was soft and seductive. As I pulled at her lip, there wasn't anything playful in our shared passion. The kiss sent my pulserate soaring. I could hear my blood thundering in my ears. My heart beat rapidly. A kaleidoscope of colours appeared behind my closed eyes. My lips parted, coaxing hers to do the same. Our breath mixed as if I was breathing life into her. My hands held her to me, not through sheer force but as if to tell her she was safe in my embrace. The passion being exchanged was completely different from what I had felt with her before… this Kiss… was straight out of a fairytale… just like Jessica’s.
"Oh dear god..." Rachel's seemed just as shocked as I was, our minds reeling in the possibilities. The kiss went on for several minutes, never losing its intensity, and never did my hands leave her face.
I was in heaven, I marveled at the softness of her skin, her responsiveness to my moves, and eagerness to return my embrace. I wanted to die in this moment. Reluctantly I pulled away from her and just watched the expression on her face, loving the smile I saw on her, a smile I had caused.
"Wow…" Rachel said finally. "I’ve got to teach Molly how to do that!"
Rachel felt me go rigid and she looked up at me. Gone was the caring and compassion that was there a moment before. My eyes darkened and hardened against her. My hands dropped from her face and as the confusion and heartbreak filled my eyes, my face turned ashen and she understood; that was my secret kiss. I was stepping backwards, backing towards the café, I could feel my hands shaking as I reached for the door frame, "Jeff, wait..."
I turned my back on her and walked away, into the café, closing the door behind me. I watched from the kitchen, hidden in the shadows as Rachel angrily vented at her mother and father before piling into the back seat of their car. I sat alone in the dark as Jessica reappeared to bid them farewell, looking sad and disappointed as they no doubt told her about my sudden outburst. I felt like I was on an emotional rollercoaster; furious with myself for letting my emotions show, angry at Rachel for not seeing the kiss for what it was, heartbroken because it was dismissed so easily. And now I sat alone, fighting the tears back and pleading with God to explain why. I hoped against hope that Rachel would miraculously swap with her sister tonight or that she'd suddenly reappear and jump into my arms. As they drove away, with Jessica waving them off, I played the scene over and over in my mind and even pleaded with God to make it happen. There, in the darkness of my soul, I rocked back and forth until I heard a voice;
"You’re a dick."
"I know…"
Molly stood at the entrance to the kitchen, staring at me scornfully. "Stop being so full of self pity! Stop being an idiot, wake up and realise there's more on the line here than just you and your self-righteous sense of injustice. You deliberately broke her heart because YOU can't deal with it. Not because of anything Rachel has ever said or done." Molly fumed. "I know you, you want an easy option… an easy life where all the big bad decisions don't exist. Well guess what? That world doesn't exist! Learn to live in this world, Jeff. It's a world where people love you. You've got to stop running scared."
"I’m petrified. I'm married and it changes nothing does it?"
"You gave yourself to Jessica knowing fine well what it meant for both of you… all of you! She needs her sister and you need them both. You've just got your head stuck up your arse!" I turned my eyes to my sexy, best friend. Her eyes took in every inch of me, as she brought a beer to her mouth. Her full, luscious lips circled the opening of the bottle as the liquid poured down her throat. When the bottle left those soft lips, they curved up into a smile, "Get a grip, Jeff. Make sure you see her as soon as you get home tomorrow and get this sorted out once and for all." I was rendered speechless from her dazzling smile; she took the opportunity to join me in the kitchen. Feeling the heat of her body too close to be considered appropriate, I moved over. "Oh, am I making you uncomfortable?" she smiled.
"A little" I admitted.
She grinned wider and my eyes dropped to her cleavage. "Why do you think that is?" she asked, my gaze never leaving my breasts. Maybe she could hear my heart beating so hard and fast that it wasn't human.
"I’m a weak minded fool," I replied meekly, trying to control my breathing.
"A fool mabe… but not weak." Molly’s voice lowered to a husky whisper as she leant closer. I squirmed slightly, but I was up against the counter, there was nowhere else to go; unless I stood up, but I wasn't sure my legs would work; I felt dizzy and light headed. "You don’t look well, Jeff. Are you okay?" she whispered, raising her fingers and gently stroking my lips. I pulled back stunned. I was definitely not imagining the sexual undertone of that touch. "If you want to talk, I'm always here for you."
"Oh… right," I stuttered, "Rachel… she wanted to kiss you… the way I kissed her. She would choose you over me."
I risked a quick look at her, Molly’s body seemed closer than before, and I was sure she was imagining me naked. I looked away again, her hungry gaze causing my cheeks to redden. Her hand touched my chin and she turned my face back towards her.
"No she wouldn't. You know she wouldn’t! She loves you and she’s just been denied you. So what if she wants to share that kiss with me? I love her too but I’m not as stupid as you are. I know she would choose you over me. Every time!"
"I’m so fucked up by all of this. I’m supposed to be married now. I am desperate to pledge myself and my life to Jessica… why does there have to be two of them!" I pleaded.
"True love means it’s never going to be easy… all I’m saying is that maybe you don’t need to choose?" Molly said, pausing, batting her long eyelashes, "If you're so hell bent on choosing one person… so desperate for an easy life… then you could always choose me? Why don’t you show me this special kiss of yours. Let the kiss decide your fate instead of one of the twins?"
My breath caught and I felt her warm breath on me as she moved closer. Her lips looked so inviting and I found myself moving towards her, closing the space between us, until her lips found mine. Soft and smooth, Our lips pressed together, gently at first, then harder. Her tongue flicked out, licking my bottom lip and I opened my mouth to accept her, my tongue moving to meet hers. It started sweet, soon intensifying to something hungrier, something more urgent, more passionate. I heard myself moan as my body flooded with sensation; then my brain clicked into gear. I pulled away quickly "I'm sorry," I mumbled, attempting to get to my feet "I shouldn't have done that." Molly stood and steadied me; her body close, I panicked. "Where’s Jessica?" I blurted out and stumbled away towards the men's bathroom.
I stood at the sink, gripping on so I didn't fall down. I looked at myself in the mirror; my reflection showed that I looked compos mentis and to a certain extent I felt it, just a little uncoordinated. I knew I couldn't hide in the bathroom and decided I would find Jessica, making it clear that I wasn't interested. I nodded at the mirror "You can do this," I told myself, and I turned and opened the door.
As I stepped out of the bathroom, I jumped and yelped in surprise, Molly was standing against the wall just outside the door. She straightened and took a step towards me; I instinctively took a step back. She smiled that blazing smile of hers and took another step. I retreated further down the hall, unaware of her intentionally herding me.
"That kiss was… special… you felt it too, didn’t you?" Molly breathed.
"Look, I'm sorry… but I’ve got to go…" I tried to explain, "I should find Jessica and apologise." I stumbled back into something and glanced to find my back up against a door. When I turned back, she was close enough to whisper in my ear.
"I don't think she intends to disturb us… she wants you to… make sure you give her what she needs." With Molly’s warm breath on my ear and neck, I began to feel that electricity flowed through my body to gather in that special place. My breath quickened as she continued, "I saw how you reacted with Rachel. Make it up to her tomorrow… but beforehand… make tonight special for Jessica… by taking me?"
No wonder she had come on to me, I had unwittingly given out signals that I was so obviously aroused, and she had noticed. Molly pulled back enough to look me in the eye, but I remained close enough that I could still feel her breath on me, the warm heat from her soft body. "Are you going to try to tell me you don’t want to?" She asked trailing a finger down my cheek, along my jaw, and down my neck. My penis hardened and I held my breath as his finger followed the shape of my pectoral muscles.
"I need to find Jessica!" I said rushing back into the dining area.
"She's not in there. She... left."
I stood, puzzled, wondering what she meant. Was she upset with me for upsetting Rachel? Left? Then it hit me and I staggered backwards. Left! I sat on a bench seat and put my head in my hands. I was wondering what I did wrong. I wondered why. I wondered... what was next…
"There's something you need to know," Molly said, putting her hand on my shoulder.
I sat there in shock. A million thoughts were running through my head. I couldn't believe that, after the moments Rachel and I had just shared, the moments where I put my heart out there, the moments where I actually believed there was something between us, that Jessica would just... leave.
"Rachel does love you, you know," Molly whispered. "She's loved you for a long time now. Just as long as Jessica has… but Jessica won the prize she wanted just as badly. In many ways… you’re better suited. Maybe you chose the wrong sister?"
I hadn’t heard that phrase in over a year! I suddenly had flashbacks to the early days of our dating… when I was still with Ellen.
"It doesn’t explain why she ran away," I answered angrily.
"Actually it does," Molly said, putting her hand on my shoulder. "They have both loved you for so long that if you can’t find a way to love them both… Jessica's scared that she'll lose everything to her sister. She saw the way you kissed her. Just like everyone else. She doesn't want to lose you. It'll kill her if she can't keep you now." I looked at her in the near darkness, dumbfounded by that logic. "I know, I know, it doesn't make a lot of sense. But I'm a woman, and trust me, to us it makes perfect sense."
"So what does that mean? I have to be fucking her sister so I can love her? I have to be with other women just so I can love her?"
"No. It means you have to be a man," she said, looking straight into my eyes. "Men don't whine about the one they can't have. Boys do that. There is nothing a man can't have if he wants it badly enough."
I looked down, starting to understand what she meant, and took a deep breath as tears began to form in my eyes.
"So where'd she go?"
"Back to the lodge. I’ll always be here… waiting for you… even if it takes the next seven years."
I moved quickly, waving goodbye to Molly’s grandmother and ran towards the lodge. I didn't know what I was going to do or say. And I didn't know how Jessica would even react to seeing me. But I knew I had to try. I couldn't live with myself if I didn't even try.
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As I made my way from the café through the trees I kept seeing visions and memories of Jessica. Of how we met, of the good times we had together, of the times we cried together. I remembered the fear I had when I first asked her out, the fear I had in seeing her with her Dante. I remembered the fear I had in losing her but also the completeness I had discovered just being part of her life. I resolved to lay it out on the table. I resolved to make sure Jessica knew where I stood and what I wanted. I resolved that if it was her desire and our destiny, that I would have her, no matter what. No silly fear would keep us apart.
The beautiful old lodge loomed from the forest and there, standing there on the veranda, propped against the balcony, stood Jessica, sipping a beer but obviously upset. Her eyes were red and slightly puffy and she seemed out of breath. However this was at complete odds with the rest of her look: she was dressed up to be obviously sexy. Her long red hair cascaded from her head to just below her shoulders and she was wearing a tight blouse with the top two buttons undone, revealing her small but defined cleavage and the hint of a white lace bra. Her skirt was one of her favourite short flowing skirts that stopped a few inches above her knees. Her legs were bare and she was wearing some expensive looking white high heeled shoes. I realised I was staring for too long, and looking up and down at her sexy body, but she didn't seem to mind and beckoned me over to her.
"Hi. Haven't seen you here before. Come here often?" I joked, trying to lighten the mood.
Jessica smiled, seeing that my own tears had left their marks down my cheeks. "No... from out of town."
"So, here for the weekend?"
"Yep, not staying long."
"That's a shame."
"Yeah? Why's that?" she asked, taking a sip of her drink, still looking directly into my eyes.
I leaned forward, whispering in her ear. "Because I’m married. I think I’m beginning to understand what you think. I belong to you now. I’ve always belonged to you and we belong together. I will never want to leave you or this place. I just want to stay here with you… forever."
Jessica gulped, staring at me, tears reforming in her eyes.
"It's a shame that you think I could ever leave you… even after I fuck you sister’s brains out tonight and every night for the rest of your life… I will still come back home… to you."
Jessica took another sip, trying to regain her composure. I knew I hit a chord. I knew she was falling.
"I know what you need. I'm not a boy. I'm the man you want. And tonight I'm going to show you." I grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the balcony leading her back into the lodge… taking charge. As we reached the door I leaned into her, pinning her between the door and myself, my face just above hers, looking down at her. Both of my hands were on her hips, holding her against me.
Jessica whimpered a little, maybe scared, maybe so turned on she couldn't think clearly. "But… maybe… I dunno... you married the wrong sister?"
"You don't have to know. It's my job to convince you," I said, leaning down and kissing her. I could feel her shivering with need and desire. I knew she wanted this. I knew that she just needed to be sure I wasn't just going to be a sacred little boy for the rest of my life. I was a man. She was a woman… Jessica was my wife.
She reached behind her to open the door and she pulled me inside, as I slipped the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door handle, and bolted it on the inside.
Jessica was standing in the middle of the floor staring at me when I turned around. I walked over to her and could see defiance start to form in her eyes. "Are you sure you can do this?" she asked, putting her hands out to stop me.
I moved over to the bed and sat down on the edge. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her to me, pulling her over my lap and slapped her ass hard. It didn't hurt much through her skirt, but she wiggled anyway.
"I can do this, and we will," I simply said. "First we're going to set some ground rules." I whacked her on the ass again, loving the feel of it against my palm. "First rule, I'm the man."
Jessica grunted as I smacked her again. "Second rule, I know you want this, so I'm going to take it. This and everything else I want. I love Rachel… but I married you. Every time I’m with her… I will return to you and make sure… I’ll convince you… each and every time… that I chose the right sister." Jessica was panting below me and no longer fighting. "Is that what you want, Jessica?"
"Yes," she mumbled softly, barely audible.
I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back and up. "I want you. I need you. Rachel and Molly… they are just a part of my love… for you now. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she said more loudly. "That's all I’ve ever wanted. Make them happy… then come back home to me…"
"I always will. There will be no-one else. Ever." I pulled her up, making her stand and began unfastening her skirt. Jessica stood there, not complaining, not impeding me as I pulled it down and helped her step out of it. Then I grabbed her blouse and pulled it over her head, tossing it aside as well.
I kissed down her sternum, feeling the swell of her breasts before I saw them. My hands came up, cupped her through the white lace of her bra, the fabric both rough and smooth at the same time. I pushed her soft flesh together, thumbs running over nipples hardening beneath the silk, took one in my mouth through the bra, fabric rasping beneath my tongue as I licked across it.
"Jeff," she whispered, her back arching up, hips trying to rise beneath me.
I continued my journey, mouth floating down her stomach, tongue trailing slow, wet lines down her body, hands still cupping her breasts above my head. She laid her hands over mine, squeezed gently and began to massage herself through my grip. I lowered myself to kneel on the floor, hands coming down to her stomach and her hips. I wrapped my fingers under the waistband of her panties, pulled down slightly so that the elastic flexed, covering the freshly-exposed skin with my lips and tongue. Pulling further, finding the lace of her matching panties, gently tugging them to kiss the stretch of skin where her stomach became private skin. She gasped again and I released her, letting her thong return to where it was meant to be. Her knees were pressing into my stomach and I wrapped my hands over them, parting her legs with the slightest of pressure. My mouth found the inside of her knee, trailed up to the soft skin of her inner thigh, kissing with exaggerated wet smacks, wanting to be sure she heard each one. I made my way up her thigh with my mouth, eyes fixed on her rising chest, her hands still massaging herself, head thrown back, lips glimmering wet and dark in the dim light.
Jessica dragged me towards the bridal suite and the old four post bed, only turning to set her shirt over the back of my desk chair, then turned to face away from me as her hands reached behind her to unclasp her bra. I smiled to myself, fully aware of the stirring within my shorts, as I watched her doing something so mundane yet so significant. Part of me wanted to go to her and take over for her, but I willed myself to remain by the bed, simply watching and enjoying. She was still facing away from me as she drew the straps of the bra over her shoulders and down her arms. I realised I would have access to those beautiful breasts every day for the rest of my life and that was when Jessica finally turned around to face me.
My eyes gazed upon her uncovered chest. Just like her face, her breasts were beautiful, and just like the rest of her small body, they were perfectly proportioned, as if their very existence was the result of eons of celestial calculations and refinements to ensure her maximum appeal to the stereotypical male in me. The fact that our three years of friendship had guided us toward this significant moment also helped, of course. She made a slight sound, one which seemed to reside somewhere between amusement and nervousness. I lifted my eyes to hers, and even in the very dim light from the single canned candle, it was clear that she wanted this as much as I did.
After a moment, Jessica tossed her bra to me, and despite my surprise, I managed to catch it before it landed in my lap. "Uh..." I said stupidly, looking at the feminine garment in my hands and then looking back at the anatomy they had been supporting, "are you expecting me to wear it?"
Jessica grinned, then closed the short distance to the bed and sat beside me. "No, but you will need that."
I looked at her, confused. "Okay..." Jessica had a way of holding back a punch line just long enough to cause concern, and I knew that that was exactly what she was doing in that moment. Jessica leaned into me, which was common between us, but a bare breast against my bare arm made that simple act so much more significant in my mind.
"Before we leave tomorrow," she finally announced, "I want you to cum into one of the cups, so I can 'wear' you when we go back home… so I have you close to my heart… when you go and apologise to my sister."
I sat there, looking up at her, knowing how she wanted the form of my apology to take. "You ran away… after I kissed her. Tell me that’s what you want."
I could see her eyes start to water a little. "Jeff… Husband… I want you to make her happy. She reacted… badly… and so did I. That’s on me," she said, laying back across my thighs, offering herself to me. "Disciplin me… I need to learn my lesson"
My hand caressed her ass. This was the first time I had ever seen it so nicely displayed since our marriage and I took my time to admire it. I ran my hand over its curves and lightly slid down the crack between the luscious cheeks. When it reached her labia I could feel her heat and her wetness. Jessica was breathing heavily below me. I raised my hand and struck her cheek then watched the pinkness appear behind it. I swatted her ass again and again, making it rosy. I heard Jessica panting excitedly, as well as sniffling and crying a little. But she was most certainly enjoying it. I reached down and stroked her breast, feeling her hard nipple as it pressed into my palm. I pinched it lightly, loving the moan that came from her lips.
I raised my hand and let it hang in the air for a moment, savouring the moment of suspense, then I brought it down hard across the cheek of my lovers behind. The sound of the slap filled the room and Jessica gasped softly. I did not pause, my next slap struck the other cheek and I felt my wife flex a little. I continued the pattern, striking one cheek and then the other, hard slaps that filled the room with sound. I felt Jessica flex against my legs, squirming under the blows. As the intensity built, the little redhead began to gasp as each slap rang against her bottom. I did not slow my rhythm, my hand began to sting and I imagined the sting Jessica felt. The rhythm continued and my wife’s breathless gasps became little cries of pain, tinged with the familiar edge of pleasure. With each blow I felt my lover's body flex against my legs, her naked breasts brushing the side of my thigh. I delivered the final pair of slaps at full force, the second striking before Jessica's gasping cry had fully left her mouth. I felt my wife’s weight as the tension left Jessica's body and she lay across my lap, breathing heavily.
With a tender hand I stroked her back, my other hand gently rubbing her bottom, one cheek and then the other, feeling the warmth of the smooth skin. Jessica turned her head to look up at me, her face was flushed and she was trying to look submissive, but she could not hide her smile. I knew that her stern persona couldn't hold up as I looked at her beautiful, lightly freckled face. We stayed like that for what seemed a very long time, eyes locked together as I caressed my lover. It was Jessica who spoke, her breathing steady again and her voice soft.
"I know I have been very bad, will you punish me… more?"
I smiled, then forced myself to look stern, replied in my best imperious tone. "We have only just begun, Mrs. Winter." As I spoke I moved both hands down Jessica’s long legs, caressing her thighs and slowly moving upwards. My right hand slid up and between her legs, my long fingers gently sliding over the skin and brushing against my lover's sex. Jessica let out a little purring moan at the touch. I could feel her arousal, and with a delicate touch I began to massage, brushing against the lips and circling the clit. Jessica parted her legs a little further and I felt her shudder. For a few moments my fingers caressed and stroked and I heard her breathing grow heavier. I began to draw my fingers back, running them between the lips of Jessica's pussy, gently parting them. My middle finger slid inside for the briefest moment as it passed and I felt my wife relax against me as the hand withdrew, the pace of her breath slowing.
I did not hesitate, I delivered a sharp forceful slap that rang with the sound of skin and against skin. Jessica let out a cry of surprise and pain followed by a moaning sigh. I worked more slowly now, the second slap struck the other cheek with just a touch more force than the first. I savoured the sound of Jessica's gasp and the feel of my bride as she flexed against me. With a steady rhythm I began to strike each cheek in turn, bringing new brightness to the reddened skin. Jessica gasped and moaned with each hard slap, intense against her naked skin. I did not relent, with each blow I applied more force and as the intensity grew so too did the sound of Jessica's cries, changing from moaning gasps to little yelps of pain. The petite redhead writhed and flexed. My hand stung, its palm was red, but I savoured the sensation as I savoured the sound of my lover's pained cries of pleasure.
After a dozen, I increased the pace, my forceful strikes making a rhythm of slaps and little yelping cries and she struck Jessica's soft skin, seeing the force ripple through the flesh. My wife's cries began to merge together, her breathing was fast and heavy and I could feel her own breath rising to match it. After another dozen blows my pace increased once more. Striking now with full force, I brought cries from my lover's mouth with each slap. Jessica twisted under the blows, her skin sliding against my bare legs. My left hand held her down to my lap while her right delivered slap after slap. The final pair, as always, were fast and hard. The sound of them filled the room and Jessica let out a long cry that faded into a satisfied moan as the rhythm of blows ended and Jess collapsed against me, her breath fast and heavy.
I rubbed Jessica's behind, my touch gentle against the bright red skin. When Jessica turned her head this time there were tears in her eyes, but her face was lit by a bright smile. My wife's ginger hair hung across her face, displaced by her writhing, and I tenderly brushed it aside and stroked my lover's cheek. As I did so her other hand stopped rubbing Jessica's bottom and once again slid down between her legs. With my slender fingers I began to stroke her, brushing against her clit and gently parting the lips. This time I slid a finger deeper inside Jessica who moaned and shuddered, her breath rising once again. As my fingers stroked and pressed, Jess opened her legs wider, offering herself to my touch. She began to gasp, a rising pattern of sound, building ever higher as my fingers entered her, withdrew to circle her clit then entered her once more. Jessica turned her head and I met her gaze, reading the pleasure on my bride's face, watching as she bit her lip and groaned with barely contained ecstasy. As my fingers did their work between her legs I could feel the heat building between my own. I could read Jessica well and just as she was approaching her climax I withdrew my fingers, and gave her pussy a gentle slap, drawing a playful yelp and a pouting look of false indignation. Jessica's breath shuddered as it slowed and when it had calmed she spoke, her voice playful.
"Have I been a good girl?" I did not reply. Instead I gave my wife another gentle slap between her legs, drawing another little yelp. I lifted Jessica up, making her stand before me, then stood up myself. I unbuttoned my shirt and pants, removing them, and tossed them aside. We stood naked together, just looking at each other, breathing hard as our excitement built.
Her eyes were watering, on the verge of crying. It almost made me lose my resolve. "Why are you crying?"
Jessica smiled. "I'm just... I'm just so happy."
I reached out, snaking my hand behind her head and pulled her into a kiss, our bodies crushing together. My other hand slipped around her back, pulling her hard against me. Our heads twisted and turned as our lips locked and melted together in a passionate kiss. Our tongues slid around each other as we tasted our mouths, moaning and groaning, panting excitedly.
"I'm so sorry," Jessica whispered, kissing my neck and moving down my chest. "I won't run again. I promise to be… more understanding of your needs too." She knelt in front of me, her hands grasping my semi-hard cock. They slid up and down its length as she kissed it tenderly, lovingly. Jessica licked underneath, sliding up its length as it grew in her hands, hardening to its full stature.
We were both panting as Jessica stroked me faster and let her lips close over the head. I groaned when I felt the warmth engulf me. It felt so wonderful the way she pleased me with her lips and tongue, kissing, sucking, and licking me. She slid me into the back of her mouth, moving deep and then sucked on the way back off me. I'd never had a better lover. She took me to the edge of my orgasm time and time again before I finally had to have her. I pulled her off me and had her move onto the bed. She lay on her stomach as I moved behind her, laying against her back. I pushed her legs apart and slid my fingers into her only to find she was so very hot and wet. She wanted me. She needed me, too.
I pushed into her from behind, grinding against her ass as I pushed deep inside her pussy. Jessica moaned as my cock invaded her wetness, inch by inch, and she held my arm tightly around her as I held her down. My body pressed against her, my weight pinning her to the bed. My chin rested on her shoulder and I moaned into her ear feeling her warmth surround my cock. I slowly, passionately made love to Jessica, thrusting in and out slowly and deeply, enjoying just being with her. She pushed her ass back into me, wanting me to go even deeper, telling me how much this excited her. I bit her shoulder and her neck, letting the animal within me go out of control for a little bit.
I was so close to cumming now, but I wanted to prolong this feeling. I pulled out of her, making her whimper, then lay on my back. "Get on top of me. I want to watch you fuck me."
Her skin was flushed and shone with sweat. She was panting loudly as she threw her leg over me and grabbed my cock, guiding it inside her again. She pushed down hard, thrusting me in deep.
"Oh husband, yes," she moaned loudly, then began moving her hips up and back, fucking me. She bent forward, resting her hands on the bed.
I smiled watching her breasts sway a little beneath her and then grabbed them both in my palms, pushing them, crushing them into her chest. It made her sit up and push back into me, thrusting her nipples against my hands. Her pussy moved up and down my length as I squeezed her boobs and let my fingers circle her nipples, trapping and pinching them. The old bed was squeaking loudly, and rocking against the wall as we thrust against each other. We were so caught up in our passion we didn't care who heard us. Jessica was moaning and panting, almost wailing as my cock moved deeper and deeper inside her. One of her hands covered mine, encouraging me to be more aggressive with her tits while the other moved down her stomach and began playing with her clit. Jessica panted loudly as her fingers twirled and pinched it, masturbating as I drove into her.
Taking her hand away, she wrapped her arms around my shoulders as I rolled us both over. Lying on our sides I pulled her close to me, I buried my face through her luscious hair and into her neck. Brushing her hair out of the way, I kissed up to her ear. Jessica just whimpered, snuggling up against me she brought her lips top mime and we kissed. As we did, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her tighter against my body. When I cupped her breasts in my hands, she tilted her head back and let out a long sigh. Smiling, she quietly purred as I caressed her warm, smooth skin. Kissing her neck again, I gave her breasts a gentle squeeze before teasing my fingers around her nipples. As Jessica softly moaned, I could feel her areola getting puffier. When I then brushed my fingertips across her hardened nipples, she groaned a little louder and reached a hand out. Grasping onto the back of my head, with a little smile, she pulled me in for a series of increasingly passionate kisses.
As her tongue aggressively licked across mine, she raised her knee up under the covers. With my bottom arm wrapped under her, I held onto her breast as I reached down between her legs with my other. After running my fingertips over her pubic hair, I continued the rest of the way down. When my fingers brushed across her vulva, she squeezed the back of my head and moaned. Releasing her grip on my head, she reached down behind herself. As I ran my fingers lightly across her, she teased her fingertips against my stiff penis. In response, I squeezed her breast and softly moaned in her ear. Tilting her head back again, she sighed, "Please, Jeff… make love to me." Teasing her nipple, I kissed her behind her ear as I began lightly tickling my fingertips across her clitoris. Jessica just reached back and gently squeezed my butt as she lay there, softly moaning. When I started slowly rubbing her, she squeezed me a little harder and sighed, "Oh yeah..."
As I gradually increased the speed of my fingers, Jessica took a long, deep breath. She then let out an equally long, wavering exhale as I reached further down. Parting her lips with my fingertip, I traced down across her vagina. As I stroked my fingers against that velvety smooth skin, I could feel her almost extreme wetness trickle out over my fingertips. Still teasing my finger against her vagina, I squeezed her breast and kissed her neck. As the warm, slippery fluid built up, I gathered some on my fingers and returned to her clitoris. Feeling my slick fingers on her swollen nub, she moaned as her body shuddered.
Reaching back again, Jessica took my hardened penis in her hand. I softly moaned as she slowly stroked it a couple times. Then, looking over her shoulder with a little smile, she let go of me and rolled over. Now on her side facing me, she reached out and we embraced. As we began kissing, Jessica pressed her body against mine. With her nipples scratching against my chest, I moaned as her pubic hair tickled the underside of my erection.
While we continued kissing, Jessica shifted her hips before lifting her leg. With the sheet still covering us to our shoulders, she maneuvered her knee across my legs and set her foot down behind me. Then, pulling myself closer to her, I could feel the warmth between her legs. As my erection rubbed against her labia, we continued kissing and with our tongues stroking against the other's, I rocked my hips. As my penis slid across her slippery lips, it became covered in her sexy, slick fluid. Then, with a little shift of my hips, as we continued making out, I slowly let my throbbing erection slip inside her. With our lips still locked together, we both whimpered as I penetrated her hot, tight vagina.
We pulled our heads back and breathed as I wrapped my arms around her back. Then resting the side of my head on hers, I drew my hips back and gently rocked forwards. As my penis slid back between those smooth, wet walls, we both softly moaned. When I repeated it, Jessica quietly sighed, "Ahh, just like that..."
Wrapping our arms tighter around one another, we held each other in a snug embrace. With my hips moving ever-so-slowly, we both just sighed and softly moaned as my rigid shaft slipped back and forth inside her. Rubbing each other's backs, we began slowly kissing again and with each tender kiss, I gently rocked my hips. Jessica clutched onto my shoulders and sighed as we continued slowly having sex on that calm, quiet afternoon, twenty-four hours after exchanging our vows. Wrapped up between the cool sheets, I ran my hand down lower across her back. As we kissed, I rubbed over her hip and down across her backside. While my hand caressed her soft, smooth skin, Jessica sighed and teased her tongue against mine. Then, grabbing onto her tender backside, I gently gave it a squeeze as I kept slowly rocking my hips. The next time I drew back, though, I squeezed onto her a little harder. Using her leg under my arm for leverage, I gave it a longer stroke as I slowly thrust myself forwards again. As my penis penetrated deeper inside her, Jessica softly groaned, "Oh Mr Winter..."
Clutching onto her back and hip, I settled into a series of slow, deep thrusts. As my erection filled her vagina, Jessica moaned and tightened her leg around me. With one more long, wet kiss, Jessica pulled her head back and sighed. As my shaft plunged deeply inside her, she tilted her head back and groaned, "Come back to me… every time… and… Ugh, just keep doing this." Then, tossing her hair back, she rested her head down with another long sigh. Lying there lazily in bed together, with the summer sunlight filtering through the open window, Jessica and I just gazed into each other's eyes as we tenderly made love.
After a few minutes, Jessica kissed me again. But, when she did, she put her hands on my shoulders. With her leg already around me, she effortlessly rolled on top of me as she guided me onto my back. After working her arms under my shoulders, she lied down atop me. With her knees on either side of me, she rested her head next to mine. Then, as I put my arms around her back, she exhaled and began slowly rocking her hips. I softly moaned, feeling her hot, slippery vagina slowly stroking up and down my shaft. With all of her weight resting on me, she sighed as she continued just slowly rocking. As her soft breasts pressed into my chest and her pubic hair tickled my waist, she purred before breathlessly saying into my ear, "This… for the rest of our lives… How did I get so lucky?"
Unable to think of anything witty to say in the moment, I just chuckled and kissed her neck. Over the next few minutes, Jessica's sighs became longer and her pace gradually increased. Finally, with a satisfied little groan, she put her hands down on the mattress. Raising up, she held herself over me and began rocking a little faster. As our eyes met, she got a little smile on her face and slowly nodded her head. With her smile getting bigger, she began thrusting her hips harder against me. With each slap of her skin against mine, my throbbing erection was plunged deeper into her hot, tight vagina. Closing her eyes, Jessica's mouth hung open as she began breathing a little harder. With each increase of her respiration rate, her hips followed. As her hair fell down into my face, she began moaning. Then, tossing her hair back again, she groaned, "I can’t hold on… it’s too good…"
I just looked up at her with a smile and shook my head, denying her. Jessica's eyes clenched shut again and she moaned as she resumed her previous pace. Then, with a little gasp, she paused for a second to adjust her hips again. Finding just the right spot, she loudly moaned as her clitoris began grinding against my pubic bone. With the next rock of her hips, as she rubbed herself against me, she groaned, "Oh fuck yes..."
With my aching erection still being stroked by the subtle movements of her vagina, Jessica knelt astride my hips with her hands on the bed. Instead of riding atop me like she usually does, she was deliberately grinding her clitoris against me. I watched as the skin on her breasts flushed with patches of pink as they swung back and forth. Apparently seeing me staring at them, Jessica gasped, "Squeeze my tits..."
Reaching up, with a smile on my face, I took her pendulous breasts in my hands. As I gave them a gentle squeeze, Jessica just groaned, "Ugh, harder..."
Placing her nipples between my fingers, I teased them as I kneaded her breasts. Then, as I squeezed them together and placed my mouth over one, she began bucking her hips harder against me. With her breathing becoming faster and shallower, I gently sucked and flicked my tongue against her hardened nipple. At this Jessica gasped, "Oh fuck yeah... oh fuck... oh..."
When her body began to quiver, I started rocking my hips along with her. As she pressed herself down, furiously grinding her clitoris against me, I thrust my throbbing erection into her from below. With my penis pumping inside her, Jessica slowly tilted her head back. Her mouth was wide open and she seemed suspended there for a second before letting out a low, guttural groan. An instant later, her body heaved forwards with a loud moan.
Jessica grunted and moaned as her shoulders repetitively jerked forwards. As they did, her vagina began spasming. As those smooth, wet walls contracted and stroked my shaft, I felt the tension beginning to build. Wrapping my arms around her back, I held her close as I continued thrusting myself into her quivering vagina. Before I could finish though, Jessica collapsed atop me with a loud exhale. When she did, I felt my penis slip from inside her. Being already right on the edge, I quickly reached between us. After working my arm down, I wrapped my hand around my slippery, rigid shaft. Letting out a long, low moan, I began stroking myself. With my other arm still around her back, I hugged her gasping body as I jerked myself off.
After catching her breath, Jessica buried her face into my shoulder before gently sucking and kissing her way up my neck. When she got to my ear and teased the tip of her tongue over it, I felt that familiar numb feeling start to come over my body. Past the point of no return, I just laid my head back and moaned, "Oh fuck Jessica..."
A couple strokes later, I let out a long sigh as I felt my penis tense up in my hand. After squeezing a little tighter and jerking it one more time, I loudly moaned as the sudden release washed over me. Beyond the point of no return, Jessica pinched me off, capped the tip, and then pushed my whole throbbing erection deep inside her fertile pussy, with her hand still tightly wrapped around my bucking shaft. The large sudden insertion made us moan out in pleasure as a huge amount of sperm began to rise from my testicles, immediately sending my wife into another shuddering orgasm. Jessica pressed her lips to my ear, using her sexy whispered voice, to finish me off as she said.
"Do you feel the tip of your hard throbbing cock pressing up against my cervix, ahhh, you found it, and I can feel the opening to my womb. This is so fucking hot baby, I can feel your sperm preparing to launch into me… oh, I felt you throb, I think we need to paint the baby's room."
As the first pulse of my ejaculation started, I felt Jessica press the tip of my erection firmly against her cervical opening. I felt her milking my shaft as she worked the foreskin up around the head, pressing it against her cervix, sealing the connection. I groaned with each pulse of my epic orgasm, Jessica moaned in response, each time she felt the throb of my ejaculation and the hot wet splash inside her uterus. As each spasm of my penis sent a shot of hot semen into her, Jessica lay sprawled out beneath me and moaned along with me.
When I recovered from my orgasm, done with the squirting and leisurely drooling the last of my baby makers into the opening to my wife's cervix, Jessica bit my ear, getting my attention. Then she carefully and very deliberately wiped her fingertip across the drooling tip of my erection, and then it felt like she was sliding her sperm soaked finger into her gaping vagina. Just the thought made my shaft thicken and pulse, gaining hardness. When I felt Jess slip the tip of her pinky finger into the leaking hole on the tip of my erection, I throbbed back to full hardness in seconds. Then as she started fucking the tip of my cock with her petite pinky finger, I felt my balls pulling up close to the shaft, getting ready to deliver another fresh steamy load. The thing that did me in was feeling her using a cork screw motion, to stroke my shaft and seeing her hand moving on my cock through her taught flat tummy. I felt my shaft start kicking and so did Jess. She quickly aligned the blow hole with her open womb a second time, milking my throbbing erection directly into ground zero.
"You belong to me… fuck, you're so beautiful, so sexy." I whispered, moaning as I began to thrust.
Her hips moved against me as her fingers circled faster. I thrust up, trying to push as deep as I could. Fuck that felt so good. Jessica looked so sexy beneath me, her body thrashing as I impaled her, her own orgasm catching up with mine. I pinched her nipples and a huge smile creased her face, her eyes closed so tightly as she finally came. Her body quivered erratically as she moved, muscles tensing, jerking as the pleasure washed over her. I felt her pussy clenching, milking me, wanting me to cum too. And I did. I grunted loudly as I flooded her once more, my cock twitching inside her with each spray. When the final spasm passed, I released my grip on myself and collapsed back onto the bed. I wrapped my arms around Jessica and held her. The silence in the room was broken only by the sounds of our heavy breathing. We rolled together, kissing desperately, joined by our sexes and mouths. Soon she was back on top of me and my new wife fell against me, all her weight held by me, her breasts crushed between us.
My body was awash with serotonin, as I sleepily caressed her hot flesh and when I finally came around, I just softly moaned at the feeling of Jessica’s warm, naked body still lying atop mine. I was still inside her and her body still twitched as I kissed her lovingly. She could barely respond, but her lips, cheek, and neck tasted wonderful. My arms wrapped around her, holding her tightly to me.
"I promise you that I will protect you, Jessica. I will care for you and make you so very happy. And I will love you forever. You will always know where we stand, always know what I expect of you. And I will spank your wonderful ass if you don't do what's expected of you," I laughed, "because I love you." I stroked her hair. "I'm not a boy. I'm the man you want, the man you need, and you will be my wife."
After a little kiss, Jessica rolled off to the side. Lying there on her side, wearing only a smile and the sheet pulled up around her arms, she snuggled up next to me and rested her head on my shoulder. Running my fingers through her hair, I said, "I’m sorry if I ever disappoint you. I’m sorry I hurt Rachel’s feelings and I’m sorry I still let my fears dictate how I should feel."
Jessica raised her head up. With a little smile, she slowly shook her head and then leaned in for another long, wet kiss. After licking her tongue across my lips, she put her head next to mine and breathlessly said, "You never need to apologise to me for anything. I don't fucking care. You were incredible… and I get to keep you. I’ll try to do better… for you… my husband. I will respect your wishes… I know you aren’t as comfortable with sharing your love as I am. But… fuck, Jeff, if this is how it’s going to be every time we have make-up sex…" she giglled.
I smiled. She had a point. When we calmed and breathing returned to normal, both Jessica and I looked down at her thoroughly inseminated vagina. We all stared in awe as her beautiful flower, slowly closed, lips meeting again to contain the gifts so deeply received and warmly cherished. Jess pulled me to her, giving me a big hug as we cuddled up together and soon fell asleep, my swimmers on a mission to change the world as we slept peacefully through the afternoon. Just as I was dosing off I heard Jessica whisper "How could I not be pregnant after that…"
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When we arrived home, the kissing incident had been either forgotten or brushed under the carpet. By the way Sophie, Joseph and my Mom and Dad were acting, I reckoned that they had all been involved in diffusing the situation. Later that week, in the build up to the twins’ birthdays, Molly even confided in me that she too had spoken at length to the unmarried sister, and they had even shared a special kiss… but it hadn’t lit the fireworks the way mine had. That unsettled me. Every time Rachel or Molly saw me they eyed me like I was prey and their smiles were laced with love and lust in equal measures.
Jessica didn’t fall pregnant. Neither did Rachel or her Mom. I think there was some disappointment but we did our best to begin our lives as a married couple as the twins turned twenty. On the day of their birthday, I was at work as Jessica attended her first job interview. I was anxious for her. Rachel had started working as project manager for a local firm almost immediately after the wedding but didn’t look happy. She liked to talk to real people rather than sit at a computer trying to reorganise staff, products and services around the world. Neither my wife nor I were surprised when she offered to work weekends up at the café to help out Molly’s grandmother while Molly recovered after long shifts at the clinic.
This year, the twins’ birthdays were going to end up being very different: As soon as Jessica had finished at her interview she was going to travel across town to meet me when we finished work. I was hoping to get away early then we were then going to have lunch together before meeting up with everyone back home. When Rachel arrived from work the sisters would open their presents before our combined families would head off to our favourite Chinese restaurant. It wasn’t extravagant but it was a good plan with a little romantic surprise I had arranged for the afternoon. Jess dropped me off at work that morning; I wished her luck and spent the morning trying to avoid Abigail and get the few outstanding tasks finished so I could leave early that afternoon. The morning flew by and I was becoming anxious, pacing around the office kitchen, waiting for Jessica’s phone call, wondering how she had done. When the phone call came I immediately picked up and Jessica's excitement gave the outcome away:
"I can't believe it, Jeff! I got the job! I'm so happy! I really thought I flunked the interview but I was called back before I left the building and they offered it to me! This is a real win for me, now I just need to stop overthinking that the offer will be retracted and calm down…"
"They won't retract it, Jessica. You are destined for great things and you'll love it there," I congratulated her, taking a huge sigh of relief. The days leading up to her birthday had been stressful enough. If she didn't succeed today… it would have made for a miserable party tonight.
"I am so excited but I also feel guilty…" she began.
"This is a time for celebration, Jess! You deserve this. You've worked hard and this was your number one choice. You got it! Don't feel guilty about it."
"Oh… it's just…" she was struggling for words. This wasn't like her, "well, you know… I tend to be someone who lowers my standards and expectations… that way I don’t get crushed when things don’t turn out but after years of long effort at finding the perfect job, I actually managed to do it! I don't want to blow this…"
"Jessica, quit worrying! Get yourself over here and we'll go have a drink somewhere before we head home."
"That's the problem… They want to show me around. I'll be working as a consultant, creating bespoke curriculums to help children with special educational needs access mainstream schools. They want to take me to visit the schools I'll be working with to introduce me to the teams of teachers I'll be providing for…"
"That sounds great, Jess!" I exclaimed, not seeing the problem.
"They want to introduce me to the children in school this afternoon and then discuss the role when we get back to the office… it'll be a late night…"
"Oh… but it’s your birthday?"
"I'll be home in time for Chinese!" She said with muted excitement.
"Oh right. Okay, that's fine Jess. I understand. You should go."
"But you didn't take your car to work… I was going to pick you up…"
"I'll see if someone is home and is willing to give me a lift. Otherwise I'll walk. It'll only take a couple of hours and… Richard gave me the afternoon off. I'll have plenty of time."
"I’m sorry, Jeff… I don’t want to let my new bosses and coworkers down. I want to make a good impression… it pays well… maybe we will save enough to buy a little place of our own… and raise a family?"
"Maybe we will be able to afford a honeymoon!" I laughed, trying to sound positive, "Have fun with the children, Jess. I’ll see you later tonight and we’ll celebrate then."
"Thanks Jeff, I better go. I love you."
"I love you too. Congratulations. And Happy Birthday!" I blurted before she hung up the phone.
I sighed and decided to make a cup of coffee. I had all the time in the world. Across the office, Abigail was watching me over her large rimmed spectacles, clearly listening in to the whole conversation. I was happy for my wife, just disappointed with myself… I had made some plans to visit the beach club and had booked a singer to serenade her with her favourite songs. I’d have to cancel. It would be okay, we would celebrate tonight with Rachel and our families. It would be fine. I prepared my coffee then made the short walk back to my office, but before I got there, Richard stuck his head through his own office door.
"Jeff, can I see you in my office please?"
I nodded and made a one-eighty and headed across the workspace as Abigail scrutinised me, a confused expression on her face. As I stepped into Richard’s office he was already sitting at his desk.
"Take a seat, Jeff, but please shut the door behind you."
I did as I was told. As the door slowly closed, I saw Abigail’s expression turn from confusion to frustration. Clearly she was very interested in what our boss wanted to discuss with me. It pleased me that she was in the dark… but at that moment… so was I. I sat down opposite Richard who was smiling.
"I’m sorry, Jeff… I overheard your conversation with your wife. I know you had plans this afternoon."
"She just got her first big job… she’s over the moon. I’m happy for her."
"I bet you are. I should have guessed that money was tight; you didn't ask for time off for a honeymoon. Are you still living with her parents?"
"We converted the loft to be a self enclosed apartment. But yeah, we live upstairs," I chuckled, "We’re a close family. It has its benefits. We rarely have to cook our own meals and we don't need to pay for electricity. We pay rent… and my parents live next door!" We both laughed at that. It did sound funny I supposed.
"Still, you couldn’t even afford a honeymoon?"
"Not yet. The wedding used up what little I had saved. But, with Jessica’s new job, we should be in a much better position by this time next year."
"Marriage… I tried that and it didn’t work out. But, after Helen’s relapse… She's changed her outlook on her life. She’s been talking about settling down. Starting a family. Getting married…"
"That’s a big step. Do you think you are ready for it?"
"Not yet, but… I’m thinking about it. It’s been a tough couple of months but she’s better now."
"I wasn’t in any hurry to get married or start a family… but… I guess when you meet the right person those worries just disappear."
"You’re trying for a baby already?"
"Yes," I confided, "But there are… fertility issues. Jessica wants children. I think that’s why she’s chosen to work with children… just in case it doesn’t work out. Planning for the future."
"Planning for the future, that’s why I wanted to talk to you." Richard was smiling again. "Jeff, you’ve been with us for a year now. In that year we have seen our productivity increase beyond all our projections. You are efficient and driven in your work but more importantly, you make all the right decisions. We are getting through projects in record time! That’s why I gave you the afternoon off! We are up to date for the first time in years and profits are soaring. That’s down to you."
"It’s down to the team, Richard. We all know our roles, our strengths and weaknesses and we all pull together."
"That’s precisely what I mean! You’ve got them working together. You’ve even got Abigail out there towing the line. We were a mess before you turned up. Your influence steadied the ship. Mr Hobbs and I wanted to thank you."
"Hey, that’s not necessary. I should thank you! You’ve trusted me on some big projects and I love coming to work. This place is like a second home to me."
"I hope you stay with us, Jeff, for the long term. So with that in mind, we wanted to offer you a significant payrise with new responsibilities. You’ll no longer be the office junior, we want to make you a team leader with immediate effect. If you choose to accept the offer?"
"A team leader? I thought you were the team leader?"
"I am, but I’m going to oversee all the departments. You’ve shown us that we’ve all been working separately when we all should really be working together. I’ll still be your line manager and I’m not moving from this office. I like it here but I’ll make sure we are all moving forward as one. So, what do you say? Fancy being a lead architect?"
"I’m not even twenty-one yet!" I exclaimed, "Abigail won’t be happy, she mentions how she hasn’t had a pay rise in years."
"You turn twenty-one in less than two weeks time, Jeff," Richard chuckled, he was my boss but he had also become my best friend over the last twelve months. "Let me worry about Abigail’s professional development. Abigail hasn’t had a payrise because she is already at the top of the payscale for her level. She’s just a secretary although she likes to think of herself as everyone’s personal assistant. She’ll become your secretary too, just make sure you keep her in her place. Don’t worry about Abigail’s career, she gets well remunerated for bare minimal effort. How she progressed to the top of the payscale is common knowledge; she slept her way to every promotion! Mr Hobbs intends to make sure she goes no further."
"I think she has cottoned on that I am not interested and therefore I’m not in her sights," I laughed.
"This promotion will draw her attention though… be ready. I saw her listening to your conversation with your wife. She was scheming. I could see it in her eyes. If she thinks your relationship is in trouble… she will swoop in."
"You sound like you’re talking from experience?"
"I am. When my marriage broke down, she tried her damnedness to insert herself into my life. Mr Hobbs had to step in. He seems to have some control over her."
"I always thought she seemed to have some control over him!"
"Ha, maybe!" Richard laughed, "I wouldn’t put it past her. So… Mr Hobbs… What should I tell him?"
"Tell him?"
"Do you accept the promotion, Jeff?"
"Yes! I mean– Yes! Definitely, yes!"
"That’s brilliant," Richard said, holding out his hand and we shook hands warmly, "I’ll get Abby to prepare the paperwork and send it up to Mr Hobbs to rubber stamp this afternoon while we are away."
"We?"
"I got a promotion too, remember? And we don’t have anything on that we can’t put off until tomorrow. When we granted you the afternoon off you were doing me a favour, giving me an excuse to take the afternoon off as well. The only difference is the only plans I made were with my Nintendo."
"Sounds like bliss. You couldn’t meet up with Helen?"
"She’s at work. Hey, why don’t I give you a lift? I overheard your conversation, I know you’re stuck. Fancy joining me for a game? You could meet Helen when she gets home if you want to, then I’ll get you home so you can celebrate your wife’s birthday, her new job AND you can reveal your promotion too! Imagine the celebrations!"
"That’s very kind of you… Are you sure?" I asked.
"Of course I’m sure. We have another hour here and then let’s get ourselves out from under Abigail’s ever watchful gaze."
"Okay," I agreed, trying not to smile. "But it depends on the video game," I commented, taking a hefty swig of my coffee.
"Zelda."
I perked up. "Seriously?" The Zelda franchise was near and dear to my heart. "I grew up on Zelda."
"Yeah?" Richard said, grinning. "Zelda’s gameplay is a killer. Some of the best puzzles and I love the new graphical style."
I don't play many video games these days, but I nodded because I totally agreed with him. "Absolutely. Have you played the new one?"
"That's all I've been playing, Jeff," he said with a chuckle.
I groaned. "I've been dying to check it out but I don't have the new console."
"So… Do you want to join me for a gaming session this afternoon?" he asked.
"That would be great," I said, nodding and laughing before I smiled at him raising my mug. "Coffee and video-games!"
"Coffee and videogames," he toasted, lifting his own cup from his desk.
"To diehard nerds!" I added with a laugh.
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Richard and I forced ourselves to tie up the loose ends at the office and, before we headed out, we signed up the documentation for Abigail to send upstairs for Mr Hobbs approval. I was a senior designer. Jessica had her dream job but my smile almost certainly was going to match hers when I saw her tonight. Abigail’s expression was hard to read but her eyes looked at me coldly. Yeah, Richard was right, I knew what jealousy looked like. I had seen it first hand. But as we left the building she headed up to Mr Hobbs’ office with the paperwork in her hand. Tomorrow I was going to be a team leader and that would mean a significant pay rise for me. As long as there were no complications maybe a honeymoon next summer wouldn’t be out of the question? With Jessica’s wage coming in we might even be able to afford our own place a year or so after that. Things were looking up.
On the journey to Richard’s house the thought of getting my hands on the new Zelda game was all I could think about. Plus, there was a part of me that was excited to get to know Richard a little more. It was rare that I made new friends these days. I had been stuck in the same social circle for years, and it had done me good to get out from my complicated home life. The office had become like a second home to me, I genuinely loved going to work and getting to be part of a team… a team that I was now going to lead. I’d need help. I’d need training. But Richard had said he would take a hands on approach, afterall, he was going to be in the office across the hall. I would still be working for him so, to be honest, very little would change.
It was a short drive to where my boss lived, but the journey wasn’t awkward. It was nice chatting with Richard. It was good to be on the same wavelength with someone, certainly not what I had been used to. My conversations were usually either heavily science-based or pointless small-talk. In the year that I had known him, I could already tell that Richard had the capacity to have real, deeper conversations. There were other qualities I admired too: he was kind, very self-aware, a strong sense of confidence, smart, and ambitious. It seemed like we might overlap in a lot of ways, like with humour and how we approached things. The only major differences I had noticed thus far were our confidence levels (of which I had none) and wisdom, the kind that comes with age and experience. I was eager to see how this friendship developed.
Richard had played down his home, leading to believe that he was living beneath his former means but his house was absolutely stunning, set in large grounds, it probably only had three or four bedrooms but it looked like it had come straight out of an architecture magazine. Richard had amazing taste and skill. His house was in an affluent part of town and looked equally as impressive as his neighbours.
We parked up on his driveway and led me to the front door, letting me in first and then he closed the door behind him. I was shown through the large open plan rooms downstairs, my eyes gazing at the valuable furnishings and art work. He told me that each bedroom on the first floor had its own bathroom. Downstairs there was a large kitchen, a lounge and a media room. The lounge opened up onto a small but beautiful swimming pool and sauna set in a landscaped garden. He showed me the bedrooms upstairs, all were immaculate. When he opened the door to his media room and flicked on the light the generous space was illuminated. It reminded me of a small cinema, with comfortable looking lazyboy recliner chairs facing a large screen TV and a sofa bed along the wall. It was a large space but he had managed to keep it cozy. There were geometrically designed shelving units and cupboards used for storage, while the rest of the room had so many retro inspired posters on the walls that I didn't even know what the paint looked like. Between the posters, banners, flags, and photographs, the large room felt a bit tighter, but not suffocating. I was surprised though, because it clashed with the rest of the house; it was clear that this was his man cave. His other half would never have any influence here!
As we walked into the dimly lit room, I heard a meow coming from the sofa bed, and noticed a light-grey cat stretched out on the pillow.
"Cute," I said, smiling.
"Yeah, she's cute, but she's a bitch," Richard said, and I laughed a little. Richard went to the bed and petted the cat’s head before he kicked his shoes off and showed me to the sofas. He grabbed the controller that was on the arm of the chair. "Take a seat, Jeff," he said suddenly, patting the nearest chair. I sat myself down and Richard stowed his work things in a small office beneath the stairs before heading through the media room back towards his kitchen. "I’ll grab us a couple of beers. Power it up and make yourself comfortable," my boss instructed. When he returned, he had changed into some casual gear and sat opposite the large screen TV in the chair next to me in just a pair of old shorts and a t-shirt with worn track shoes. This made me smile, he always dressed immaculately for work; it was good to see this side of him.
“You look kinda out of place in a house like this,” I laughed. “This place is amazing. Did you design it all yourself?”
“Yeah, mostly. Without my ex dictating and changing every decision, I was able to really make a house just for me."
"It’s lucky you found someone new who shares your taste," I replied, smiling.
"I did get lucky," he agreed, "she’s only been living here for seven months but I can already see her influence creeping in," he laughed.
"I wish I had the salary that went with this house,” I joked back. “Maybe one day.”
"Maybe sooner than you think! I don’t think I would have survived living with my ex-wife’s parents."
I smiled a little, taking my shoes off. The TV was situated at a nice angle, and when he turned the screen on, I saw the game was already loaded up. Clearly, he had been playing before he went out today. I watched him save and exit his game before clicking on an empty save file to start up a new game. He then handed me the controller.
I looked at him. "Seriously?"
"Yeah, go for it," he said.
I laughed, taking the controller. "Your setup is very impressive. Do you have all the consoles?" I asked, and he chuckled.
"Yeah, I stopped drinking and now I lose myself in on-line games. Keeps me healthy!" He laughed.
We spent at least an hour playing through the beginning of the game. I was in heaven. This was the perfect bit of escapism I needed after being so balls-deep in work. Plus, once I got a handle on the mechanics, I found that I was surprisingly good at this game. Richard hadn't progressed too far in the story yet, so we spent a lot of time speculating where it may lead while I went through the intro, even doing things that he didn't notice during his first run.
It was all fun and games until the controller suddenly lost connection. "Um, what happened?" I asked, handing him the unresponsive controller.
"Crap," Richard said with a laugh. He sighed. "We’ll need to wait." He hopped off his recliner. "The one fault with the Nintendo is that you have to charge the Joy-Cons on the actual system. So you can't use them when it's docked." I watch him slide each controller onto either side of the console to charge. "Unless you want to play it over there in portable mode?"
It was tempting, but we had been playing for a while, and I was sure it was much better visually on the TV rather than in handheld-mode. "We can take a break," I said, "I suppose I better head home soon. Rachel and her parents will already be heading home, it’s Rachel’s birthday too. She’s Jessica’s identical twin."
"How do you tell them apart?"
"I’m getting better at it but it’s taken a couple of years. They still catch me out," I sighed.
"They swap places?"
"Annoyingly!" I laughed.
Richard nodded, coming back to the recliners with a sigh. "Do you want anything, by the way?" he asked. "Helen makes a killer cake. I think there are leftovers."
"Nah, I'm okay, I think there will be plenty of birthday cake when I get home," I said with a smile. "What does she do, by the way?"
"She works with pharmaceutical technologies but she hasn’t got a medical role. She’s responsible for making sure the latest equipment is sourced and tested. It pays well…"
"I'd die, if that were my job," I said. "I need to be… creative. I couldn’t spend my life ticking boxes."
"You're telling me," he responded with a laugh.
"She works at a hospital, I'm assuming?"
He nods. "Yup. Not too far from here, actually."
"That’s where my Mom works! Small world."
"Oh, which department?"
"The pre-natal clinic. She specialises in fertility. It’s not part of the main hospital."
"Helen, works in the main building, but really she’s all over the place, in different cities and hospitals around the country. There’s a lot of travelling to big events, but otherwise, it's pretty repetitive. She prefers to be local and is desperate to become an interior designer. Would you like another beer?"
"I better not, I should really get home. I don't want to drag you guys away from your celebration time. Won't she be home soon?"
He looked at his watch, "Actually, she's due any minute. I'll send her a message and let her know I'll be popping you home just in case we miss each other." Richard picked up his phone and started tapping away. Almost as soon as he pressed send his phone started to ring.
"Hello, sweetheart. You're almost home?" he said into his phone and I could hear the faint sound of his girlfriend's voice as she spoke to him. "Yes, I've had a work colleague over to play on the Switch… yes, I do know I'm in my thirties but he's only twenty…"
"Twenty-one in two weeks time," I added with a smile.
"Actually he's twenty-one in two weeks," he laughed, "Jeff, from work… You can meet him if you're quick…? Oh… that's a shame… no, another time will be fine… I'll give him a lift home now then, his wife has got his car… no I won't be long… That's a great Idea! Okay, I'll ask him," Richard looked across at me, "She's got to go back to the hospital, she forgot her lanyard but she wants to know if you want to join us for a Chinese. She's willing to stop by the take-away on the journey back home?"
"That's very kind of you but actually that's why I need to get home… It's a family tradition; a birthday Chinese meal," I replied graciously.
"It’s his wife's birthday, he has plans…" He looked up at me again, "Another time?" He asked.
"I’d love that. Thanks."
"He says he'd love to… Yes sweetheart, we’ll arrange something… I can't wait to see you… love you too… hurry home… safe journey. You too." With that he hung up the phone.
"Sorry Jeff, it would have been great to introduce you but…"
"Hey, no, I'm sorry! I'm the one causing the problem."
"She sounded excited to meet you. I've kept her away from most of my friends… They are all linked to my ex-wife and she’s pretty much an introvert like me. Another time."
"Another time. Maybe I could bring Jessica and we could do something together?"
"An awesome idea," Richard agreed, "A double date to a restaurant or the cinema or something?"
"I was thinking right here with your Nintendo," I replied with a laugh.
"Nerds unite!" Richard added and we rolled around laughing. "Come on then, let's get you home so you can celebrate with your beautiful wife and her family."
We tidied up a little then Richard fed his cat before we headed back out to his car. "Thanks for this afternoon, Richard. It's been great. I might just have to get myself the new Nintendo console and a copy of that game so we can share tactics."
"The latest Nintendo console sounds like a fantastic way to spend your new pay packet. We’ll do this again, Jeff. Congratulations on your promotion and pass on my birthday wishes to Jessica. I'm sure you're going to have an awesome evening." He said in conversation as we journeyed across town back home.
"I've had a great afternoon. Beats walking! Thanks again, Richard. Sounds like I won't be the only one having an awesome evening," I replied with a nudge and a wink as we pulled up outside my house. We both started to laugh. "Pass on my apologies to Helen." I looked at him, still grinning.
"I will. See you tomorrow… if we both survive tonight's celebrations!"
"See you tomorrow, you supply the coffee, I'll bring in some fresh cake!"
He let out a hearty laugh. "Will do," he said as I closed the car door behind me and he waved as he pulled away.
I turned and headed up the garden path to the front door. Today had been a great day and yeah, tonight was going to be something special.
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The twins were no longer teenagers and the celebrations went on long into the night. By the time we got back home we were all pretty partied out. It had been a long day and, in all honesty, we needed the rest… well, especially me. Our combined families rejoiced at first Jessica’s fantastic news, and then the twins' twentieth birthday party began. They opened their presents with Jacob loving the brightly colored papers and ribbons. I had bought them their favourite perfumes and also identical paddle boards in an attempt to inspire them to join me when I went wind surfing on the lake. But if I had learned anything since the Robinson’s had moved in next door, it was that the most meaningful presents may not come wrapped in shiny paper or frilly ribbons. They’re the ones that lightened their spirits, ignited their imagination, and eased troubled minds. Between them, the little redheads had made my life worth living, I always felt like their arms were around me, that I could say anything to either of them.
I think my parents expected me to buy my new wife and her sister better birthday gifts; maybe some nice jewelry or a cute jacket from their favourite store. So when I finally handed them what looked like a wrapped piece of paper, I think their hearts sank. With fake enthusiasm cued up, both Jessica and Rachel unwrapped a two-pocket folder. Inside were official documents for a star I had purchased for each of them; Jessica and Rachel. They would burn forever in the night sky. I had already set up my telescope so they could view the twin stars and as the family gathered in the garden tears were shed as we all gazed on the distant twinkling points of light. Then, much like their eighteenth birthdays, I ignited a firework display which lit up the heavens. I held my son in my arms as we watched the colourful explosions as my parents, Joseph and Sophie, all acknowledged my romantic gesture with loving smiles. The night sky has felt different ever since; my remarkable wife and her identical sister are always going to be up there sparkling in all their eternal glory.
The evening concluded with the family visit to the Chinese restaurant I had first visited on the night they had all moved in, and after the meal, I revealed my own promotion. With another reason to celebrate the drinks began to flow. The food was incredible and when we returned it was late; everyone quickly retired to bed while I tidied up the garden and then the house. By the time I made it upstairs Jessica was already fast asleep in our bed. I watched her as she slept. It became a secret hobby of mine. I just couldn’t believe how pretty she was and how lucky I had become. She was firm and soft where each counted the most, with incredible legs, a gorgeous ass, beautiful arms, firm breasts no more than a handful, dangerous grace like a panther, and she was my wife. Holy shit! How had I lucked out? I was average in pretty much every way… but somehow… She always wanted me and until I had met her I knew my future would be entirely average, too. But, when I met this incredible woman all that had begun to change. I started to believe. I started to care about my studies. I gave my word and meant it. I finished what I started. I knew the future held hope, promise, and possibilities. In short, together with her twin sister, finishing the work of her mother, she made me into a better man.
I sighed in contentment, my own fatigue not preventing me going into full ninja mode as I put my stuff away and got ready for bed; brushing my teeth as quietly as possible and shucking all my clothes but my boxers while I was still in the bathroom. I was not going to wake my sleeping beauty. Making sure the lights were off, I left the bathroom and felt my way to our loft bedroom, carefully sidling around the bed and slowly, slowly lifted the covers to slide in behind my wife. She murmured a bit as I spooned up behind her, and although the house was pleasantly cool I was delighted to discover she was wearing only the briefest of tank tops and her flossy thong panties.
Instantly hard, I curved my right arm under the pillows, bent my knees to match hers, and curled my free arm over her torso as I snuggled right up against her gorgeous back and perfect ass, my erection forming and pushing against my boxers, pressing right between her cheeks. In reflex, she wriggled back against me and pinched my hardness as she settled herself. My breathing slowed, and I felt the tension drain from my muscles as I drifted off into a happy slumber.
I wasn't aware of the transition into dreaming, it just sort of happened. And it felt so real. I remembered groggily becoming aware that my wife was clenching her ass cheeks against my penis; clench, release, clench, release, slowly building a rhythm. I could sense how hard and sensitive I was as well as a growing awareness of my surroundings.
Still feeling like I was in a dream, I began moving my hips in time to her rhythm, and started to make thrusting movements in time to her clenches. As my arm was over her side I moved my hand across the front of her torso - gently stroking with my fingertips - then felt for the lower hem of her tank top. I slid my fingers between her warm flesh and the material, and felt the firm, smooth swelling of her lower breast. As my fingertips traced her curves and drew closer to her nipples, I felt the heat rising as her nipples hardened. With a scissoring motion my fingers pinched her hot nipples, tweaking and turning, and my thumb caressed the swell of her breast.
During this concentration my rhythm had suffered somewhat, so I refocused and began bouncing my attention back and forth between stimulating her nipples and grinding my growing cock between her clenching ass cheeks. Her movements shifted, and she began to slide up and down my erection as she gripped me. Her hand reached around awkwardly for my hip and pulled me against her, her rhythm gradually increasing in pace.
I shifted my arm until my hand, which had been cupping her breast slid between her ribs and the mattress, then pulled her torso towards me and used this grip as an anchor. Her breathing came in louder gasps, increasing pace with our movements, then she pulled away and, releasing my hip with her hand, quickly slid her thong panties down her smooth legs and kicked them free under the covers. She fumbled back around and hooked her fingers under the waistband of my boxers; I quickly let go of her rib cage, hooked my boxers with a thumb and yanked them down as far as I could reach. Her questing hand found my cock, now hot and throbbing from our grinding, and wrapping her fingers around it she slid her tightening grip up and down the length of my shaft; pulling hard, desperately. I moved my arm back over her torso to get a firm grip for leverage, then as she guided me towards her ass I pulled her towards me.
I knew she enjoyed anal, we both did, but I knew it would hurt if I went in dry. A part of me still thought this could be a dream and that it would all be okay, but I would never forgive myself if this was truly as real as it felt in the moment, and I ended up hurting her. I let go of her ribs and reached behind me for one of the bottles of lube we kept on our nightstand, blindly feeling around and praying I would find it quickly.
Success! The bottle was right there! I swiftly palmed it and brought it to her hip; I popped the lid with one thumb as she continued to grind against me, then squirted the lube on her hip. It was cold and I heard her gasp. I scooped the lube up with my fingers and she pulled away just long enough for me to slather my hot and swollen cock. It was cold! But the sudden chill had no effect on my pulsing erection. She gripped her ass cheek and pulled, easing my access to her anus; my heart raced as my need mirrored hers.
I felt across her abdomen to her hip, and held on; my other arm, bent at the elbow and supporting her head under the pillow, unfolded so I could get a firmer hold on her shoulders. I used my leverage to better time my response to her hips pressing back against me. Feeling for the bud of her asshole with the tip of my pulsing, swollen cock, silently grateful for her hand easing the way for me, I found her sphincter and felt it winking with her need so pressed towards her, felt the tip glide in, and her anus clamped down. The little redhead gasped and froze for an instant, then quivered. She took in a deep breath and I felt her asshole unclench, and she thrust her ass towards my hips.
Bracing myself, I responded in turn, thrusting my burning cock into her rectum. The lube helped us glide together, and the motion was smooth. The birthday girl gasped as I pushed all the way in, my testicles pressing against her swollen pussy lips, then she held me there, clenching and relaxing, clenching and relaxing, my throbbing penis resting in her rectum. My heart started beating again, my breath came back; I hadn't realised until then I had been holding everything in. Gasping as quietly as possible, I started pulling back as she clenched, then slowly thrust as she relaxed.
Another rhythm built up, this one not so frantic as when we were dry-humping a few minutes before, and I felt like our hearts were beating together, shaking our bodies with each pulse, as I pulled back during her flexion and pushed in again as she opened. In and out, in and out, in and out. I felt her muscles under my arms begin to unknot, and I shifted position to get better leverage and a better grip. After a few moments, her breathing picked up again and she added her own movements, pushing her butt back against me in time with my thrusts, pushing quicker and quicker and with more and more energy. Our speed built back up, faster and faster. I felt sweat slicking our bodies and making my grip slippery, her breath came in stronger gasps and I heard her soft moans muffled in her pillow.
My cock was burning, my breathing ragged, and she pushed back hard and clenched tightly, not letting me pull out. She squeezed, released, and squeezed again, wiggled her ass, and her body trembled excited as she was, the redhead crested over within minutes, biting her lips as she came, her asshole tightening around my cock and her petite frame shuddering.
"Fuck!" I whimpered reverently, and was startled that even then I didn't want to make a noise which would wake her sister sleeping in the room beneath us, or indeed the rest of the house.
Overpowered by the slurping, rigid ass-splitting boner cramming her bowels so wonderfully, the shivering beauty just a few moments to rest and enjoy her climax, already wanting more. She rocked her fully impaled butt on my groin just long enough to regain a bit of energy, then, sighing and shivering, she started fucking her ass into my dick all over again as I reached around and down to her hot sex. Finding it I frantically worked my fingers on her clit, her splayed open pussy dribbling girl-cum all over them as we began our second round. I fucked her ass as gently as I could, determined not to wake the house but to get at least one more orgasm out of my sodomizing shaft. My efforts paid off quickly. With my fingers stunning against her clitoris and my hips pumping my manhood into her back passage, I soon felt my balls tingle, ready to unleash my seed deep inside my wife's bowels.
While the redhead's lascivious grunts of anal delight filled the room, my moans were muffled by her amazing flame coloured hair. Aching to cum, I began bucking my hips in time with the redhead's reckless tempo. Our motions synced smoothly, so that when she slammed her ass back on my hardness I was pushing into her surrendered anus, spearing her asshole more urgently at each bouncing pass. Egged on by our shared buttfucking dream frenzy, I rushed toward my ejaculation, the fleshy clapping impacts of my Cherry Pie’s athletic ass on my groin marking the furious pace of our sleepy sodomy. My cock was twitching and my ballsack was drawing up when I felt her pick up the pace. My fingers left her drooling snatch and I grabbed her hips possessively, driving her onto my raging boner as I rammed my cock up into her rippling anus. Our savage butt fuck reached it's climax when, moments later, we came almost simultaneously.
My hips shook as my orgasm began. I felt burning streams of cum erupt from my dick deep inside my wife's ass, burning and erupting over and over. I shook and moaned as quietly as I could, as my cock flexed and throbbed deep inside my wife's quivering rectum, filling her defiled bowels. The sensation of my seed splashing against her anal walls while my veiny shaft was stuffed all the way up her ass drove the redhead wild, triggering a toe-curling orgasm. I felt goose bumps all over her body as her climax flared through her, radiating in warm intense pulses from her sensitive asshole, sweeping her away. As she gloried in that burst of pleasure, her ravaged anus gripped my thick meat in a series of powerful spasms, squeezing every last drop of sperm out of me and leaving them both sated and spent.
Slick with sweat and short of breath, feeling like she had a gallon of my potent seed sloshing inside her rectum, the redhead stretched out beside me then relaxed in blissful exhaustion. Panting, my spent cock still embedded in her cum-flooded bowels, I wrapped my arms around my wife's curvy body, holding her tight, keeping her pressed firmly against my chest so that our racing hearts were beating close to each other. As we basked in the afterglow, snuggling and relaxing,
I leaned closely to my wife's neck, damp with the sweat we had worked up, and gently kissed her; she wriggled against me like a cat getting comfortable. For long lazy minutes my petite wife and I just lay there together, our labored breaths slowing and syncing as we rested. A sigh escaped the redhead's lips when my wilting cock eventually plopped out of her conquered anus, leaving her sphincter gaping open and allowing my abundant sperm to leak out down her ass-crack and along her pussy lips, eventually trickling wetly on my thigh.
Already missing my filling presence inside her ass, the redhead sulked in silence while rivulets of my thick semen dribbled out of her shrinking butt-ring. We stayed like that, my softening penis in the cleft of her sticky ass, until my consciousness began to fade; I became dimly aware of her pulling herself off of me and clean things up with the wipes by the bed, then I drifted off to deeper slumber vaguely disappointed I hadn't done more to show my love to this amazing woman.
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I was so tired.
My consciousness bubbled just under the surface, the week had been so long, and I hadn't realised how incredibly soothing it was to spoon with my wife after such a bone-weary set of days. Was that a dream? I dazedly asked myself, enjoying the warm memories of our marital bed and the aura of contentment emanating from my wife's beautiful body. Dimly, I heard voices and assumed they were fragments of a dream. I felt hands gently turning me onto my back, pulling my boxers the rest of the way down my legs, and a warm cloth cleaning off my flaccid member. The impromptu bath, even though it was a dream, was soothing.
The cloth came back, warm and wringed almost dry of excess water, cleaned and massaged me more,the length of my penis, my scrotum, all around my lower abdomen and upper thighs. Then–
In my dream, this wonderful, soothing dream, I imagined a second set of hands, cool fingertips gently walking across my thighs and stomach, my chest, and tracing lines over my lower abdomen and genitals. I felt myself responding to this second touch added to the first.
The warm cloth disappeared, and was replaced by light stroking from the fingers which had washed me moments before. I felt the confidence of their owner as the fingers traced my scrotum, drew on my thighs, and lightly scratched over my belly. The second set of hands followed the first around, perhaps a little more timidly, but the sensations were just as enjoyable.
"He likes it!" a woman's voice said. "I think he's waking up."
"It's like a kind of magic…" came a response laced with humour. As if through cotton, I realised the second voice was Jessica… and that would mean… the first voice was Rachel's!
I tried to jerk awake, to push her away from me or something, but I just couldn't move. I grunted and couldn't even open my eyes as I began to panic, the tendrils of my anxiety quickly overwhelming me. It had been almost a year since I’d had my last panic attack. Why was I frozen in terror now?
"Jeff," Jessica's voice soothed "it's okay, it's okay. Rachel's here, she's with me, we know what we're doing. Relax…"
I so wanted this to be a dream; I loved this as a dream. If it was real, things would become too complicated too quickly. But it was my wife's voice soothing me… so it had to be okay. The tension left my muscles, and I relaxed again.
"I want this, Jeff, we want this. Let us do this… our birthday treat. Pretend it's all a dream if you want, relax. You've had such a long week, you work so hard, and we want to show you how much we appreciate you."
I felt myself smiling again as the other woman moved towards me, definitely my sister-in-law, and gently tied a soft blindfold over my eyes. The remainder of my tension dissipated and I made the choice to enjoy this… and buy into the fiction it was all a dream. Still, there was a part of me that wasn't completely, entirely sure...
I felt the two women settle on the bed with me, my wife at my hips, her sister near my shoulders. It surprised me that I could feel their differences in how they moved; If my wife was a panther in her grace, her sister was a jaguar.
They both had the same copper coloured hair and flawless freckles skin, but her sister had just a touch more tension in her muscles. I often surreptitiously reflected on the two women whenever their attention focused elsewhere, enjoying the mental comparisons between their gorgeous legs, flexing calves, tight shorts and t-shirts or tank tops, their laughing smiles and happy green eyes. I felt my sister-in-law's weight shift as she leaned closer to my wife; I felt my wife move as well as she adjusted her position on the bed. Jessica's hands, warm and soft, slid over my thighs and up to my crotch. I felt an instant warmth, and my penis started to grow. Both women made soft, delighted sounds, and the blood started rushing through me when I felt the second set of warm, soft hands on my hips, sliding to my belly, and coming to rest in my trimmed hair near my wife's hands.
I felt myself hardening as both sets of hands began exploring my scrotum and penis. There was a brief pause from one set of hands then the other as they pulled away from me and came back with lotion, providing a startling, intense change of sensation. Jessica shifted her focus slightly to concentrate on massaging and stroking my thighs, hips, and scrotum, while her sister devoted her attention to the warming shaft of my erection. My breath caught as she circled me with both hands, then brought them up and down my length while winding her grip in alternate directions. With my vision obscured I had flashbacks to Ellen’s dungeon… but this time, with her little sisters… things felt different. I felt hypersensitive to their every touch. Jess shifted her position again and braced herself with an elbow on the mattress between my legs. I felt her soft, cool hair brush my thighs, and felt her hot breath on me a moment before the tip of her tongue stroked me; mid thigh to scrotum, first one leg then the other, then she started flicking her tongue along my testicles, one side then the other. I forgot to breathe altogether.
A dim part of my mind realised I could feel her hardened nipples brush against me occasionally, and that must have meant she had removed her tank top. I imagined the gentle sway of her small breasts as she moved, licking me, drawing lines over me with the tip of her tongue. I felt Rachel shift also, leaning farther over towards my crotch, a flare of hope shot my eyebrows up under the blindfold, was she going to...? Yes! I felt her hands go to the base of my shaft, both hands at the same time, and a warm tuft of breath brush the tip of my penis just before I felt her tongue tentatively touch - shit!
It was all I could do not to drive my hips towards her mouth, to lie still and receive. Rachel drew back and stroked me again with both her hands, and I felt Jessica's wet licks warming my testicles. The mattress shifted subtly as my sister-in-law adjusted her weight again, then I felt her hair brush my abdomen as she leaned in and took my glans into her mouth, her lips tightening and her tongue playing with the very tip of my penis. Jessicca continued her attention on my scrotum and thighs, alternating licks with soft puffs of air. Rachel began slowly, slowly bobbing her head up and down in time with her hands, each downward movement bringing just a little more of my hot member into her mouth. She was taking her time, and my attention darted between the feelings of her tongue and the roof of her mouth on my soft but swollen head, her hands writhing around my shaft, and my wife's licking and soft blowing.
My sister-in-law pulled off, took her hands away, then moved on the mattress so one knee was on either side of my head. She wiggled a bit until I could smell her pussy right over my nose and mouth and she braced herself on her elbows to either side of my hips. Jessica's licking continued, as her twin sister leaned her breasts against my stomach and began to lick the length of my cock. She gripped me with both hands again, and timed her rotating grips with her licks, then started again to take me into her mouth. Both women, I noticed, had started a soft purring, or moaning, and I could feel the slight vibrations along my body.
Rachel settled in, then arched her back and offered her pussy to my eager mouth. Oh, she smelled like her sister, and she tasted a lot like her, too! My tongue licked her pussy from her clitoris to her vaginal opening in one strong, assertive stroke and I felt rewarded with her sudden, breathy gasp. I felt Jessica pause and imagined her smiling knowingly at her sister, as this was a move she knew oh so well! As Rachel returned to her fondling, rubbing, and sucking, I felt the stirrings of my own orgasm. I had been able to hold it off so long only because of my tiredness, and the desire in part of me to believe this was a dream, but now it felt that I would not be able to restrain myself much longer.
So I did what I always did when I wanted to delay myself, I threw myself into my work, in this case sucking on the pussy of Jessica’s identically beautiful twin sister who had shared so much life with my soulmate. I concentrated on her gorgeous labia, her hardening clitoris, and the opening to her vagina. I took one hotly swollen labia lip into my mouth, sucking and slurping, massaging with my tongue, then shifted my mouth to the other side. I lightly brushed her clitoris with my lower lip and teeth, just enough to tease it, then stiffened my tongue and pushed it into her pussy as deep as I could go, trying to imagine striking and rubbing her G-spot as I did so. I built up a rhythm; suck and lick, brush, suck and lick, plunge, slurping in her juices and relishing in the warmth and amazing textures of her gorgeous, tasty pussy. My whole world narrowed down to her labia, clitoris, and pussy hole as I shifted my attention from one hot spot to another, building a rhythm then switching it up.
I could feel her responding by plunging her hot, wet, sucking mouth over my cock, taking more and more of my dick into her mouth with every bob of her head, and her sister, my wife, speeding up her attentions with her tongue. I felt my lower torso shake with an involuntary quiver.
Suck, lick, stroke, lick, suck, plunge; I was lost in the pleasure of this woman's flavours.
Then I felt her teeth hit the root of my dick as my tip hit the back of her throat. Jessica’s licking picked up pace as if she knew what was coming and I was peripherally aware of one of her hands moving away from my body as she began rubbing her own clitoris in anticipation. My sister-in-law had taken me in as far as she could go, bracing her hands on my pelvis, and began making gulping motions with her throat.
I felt the tip of my penis squeezed and pulled, I felt her tongue play along its length in her mouth, and her head stayed still as she gulped again and again. Her juices started coming out faster, and I sucked more and more, trying to keep my attention focused on her clitoris, her labia, her opening until I felt both women quiver and my sister-in-law began squirting right into my mouth. I gulped and gulped, then felt a burning in my balls and cock, my wife sensed the change, and in the midst of her own building orgasm she picked up speed in her licking and I felt her other arm moving faster and faster as she stroked herself.
I couldn't hold back anymore, my cum burned through me and I started shooting load after load of hot jizz down Rachel’s throat! Eruption after eruption, and she pressed her chin into my abdomen and tightened her grip on me, gulping and swallowing as each load shot down her hungry, sucking esophagus. Her legs, her hips, her torso shuddered as I kept sucking her juices. I felt Jessica shaking as she leaned her head against my legs, her hand feverishly rubbing her clit, and each of us felt the energy drain from our bodies as our shared orgasms left us happily, dreamily spent.
After a time, my sister-in-law began pulling her mouth from my softening erection, and Jessica lifted her head from my legs to lick my cock clean. Rachel shifted to the side and moved one leg over my head, leaving my blindfold in place. I took a deep, contented breath and licked my mouth and as much of my chin as my tongue could reach, then all three of us cuddled together and drifted back to sleep.
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We even woke up together, but went about our lives separately, as if it was quite natural to share a bed, and each other. But I couldn't shake how guilty I felt, how shameful it was to not be satisfied with just my wife. The feeling of having done something terrible, something unforgivable, haunted me all through the next work day, my own fears and shame fueling my guilt. I was letting myself become confused and conflicted, unable to just accept that I hadn’t done something terrible and my anxiety levels began to increase. But that didn't stop me from sleeping with my sister-in-law again when I arrived home, while my wife took their little brother to the park. I was doomed. Weak. Pathetic. Broken. Irredeemable. Just another worthless cheating husband.
I was sitting at the kitchen table in my bathrobe when Jessica returned. I handed her a cup of coffee and she gazed back at me over the rim as she sipped the hot beverage. I could see the lust burning in her green eyes, lust I had put there by fucking her sister. I didn’t need to tell her, she knew, she always knew. It was as if the twins were telepathic. How could I have done this? Was there any chance that our marriage could survive my adultery?
"My sister has been here," she said seriously.
"She has," I replied honestly, the scent of our sex still lingering in the little loft apartment.
She blushed. "Good… I love how you two connect. It’s beautiful. You make a good couple…"
"She looks identical to you," I said as she stood up, a look of frustration on her face. "I married you, Jess. How can this be right?"
"Because you’re in love with her, and she is in love with you… and I love you both."
Jessica pulled me gently to my feet and took my hand. Before I could react I was dancing with her, moving around the kitchen while humming one of the songs we had danced to at our wedding reception. I wanted to tell her to stop, or just pull away from her; but it felt wonderful to be in her arms. I let her eyes close, and kept dancing.After a few minutes, Jessica stopped, took my face in her two hands, looked directly into her eyes, and kissed me. I froze, feeling her lips on mine, then pulled away in shock.
"You gave Rachel what she needed… in turn, giving me what I need." She said, her voice deep and laden with lust, "I can smell her scent on your skin… I can taste her on your lips… let's have sex?"
"Jessica, we… I– I can't keep doing this…”
We stared at one another, breathing heavily. Then Jessica leaned forward and kissed me again. The second kiss lasted longer, and before it ended I was tightly in her arms, and her tongue was exploring in my mouth. It seemed to happen so fast that I didn't have time to think about what I was doing. All I was aware of was the feeling of her lips, her arms around her, her nipples poking into my chest and my erection pushing into her belly.
Once again I felt my reticence dissolve and when I broke the kiss it was only to pick her up and seat her on the kitchen counter, whereupon I spread her legs apart and stepped forward between them to kiss her again. She waited, looking at me with desire obvious on her face; but I didn't know how to tell her that it broke something small, but significant inside of me… every time I gave myself to someone else. Then her lips were on mine again, and she groaned as her tongue returned to my mouth.
I stroked and caressed her as we kissed. My hands gently touched her breasts, first through her blouse and then slipping up underneath her bra to tease her already-hard nipples. It was midsummer, so when my hand touched her knee and slid upwards I had no pantyhose to contend with, just a delicate pair of panties.
I stroked and tickled her pussy through the panties, feeling her wetness, feeling her hips begin to move in response to my caresses. By now she had her arms tightly around my neck, pulling me closer, and I was groaning with pleasure into her mouth. The thought of stopping her seemed to have disappeared from my mind.
In a few minutes more she was soaking wet and breathing heavily. Without a word I pulled her towards me and picked her up under her ass, carrying her towards the bedroom with her legs wrapped around my back. The bed hadn't been made. The duvet was thrown mostly clear, barely hanging onto the corner of the mattress, the rest a crumpled heap on the floor. In the centre of the bed was a very obvious damp spot. The pungent scent of sex and cum filled the room.
"You fucked her in my bed?" She questioned, her voice soft and sultry.
"I… did..."
"Just like you fucked my Mom in Dad's bed…" she growled sexily, "I guess I'm Daddy's girl because it never felt wrong… he gave you his wife, and then he reclaimed her. Knowing you just fucked my sister in our bed… oh Jeff… you have no idea how much it turns me on."
"It shouldn't be like this!" I protested.
"But you sowed your seed and gave my parents the son they always needed…"
"I committed adultery and knocked up your Mom!"
"I know…" her eyes were gleaming, "and you just committed adultery with Rachel while I was preoccupied with your baby… We've both just come off our periods… what if you've planted your seed inside her?"
A shiver went through me. I knew the answer immediately. I would leave Jessica to support Rachel… and she would gladly replace her little sister. I wasn't going to have another illegitimate baby. It would break Jessica's heart but if either twin conceived, against all the odds… that child would be a blessing.
"Make love to me… I'll make my mess on top of Rachel's… maybe this time I'll get lucky?" My wife's voice was soft and gentle, soothing and reassuring.
I knew, deep down, that this needed to stop… but I was powerless. The Robinson females were my kryptonite and now I'd made Jessica a Winter, she had become a goddess in my world. I would do whatever she asked of me. I scooped the little redhead into my arms, carried her to the centre of our cum stained bed and gently set her down, lying down beside her I resumed my caresses. In retrospect, when Rachel dragged me to this same bed an hour ago I might have stopped her— I SHOULD have stopped myself. A last chance to take control of my love life. As my sister-in-law and I undressed I recalled with shame that I had said to her, "not in our bedroom". But I had done nothing to stop Rachel, and once I had her naked in my arms, I quit thinking entirely.
My foreplay with Jessica was tender and patient. I managed to get our clothes off without ever stopping my touching and kissing. Once we were both naked I lay pressed against her side. My hands renewed their exploration of Jessica's perfect figure. Her body was beautiful and soft, firm and supple, the object of my intense attention and interest since the first moment my eyes fell upon her. I missed no detail, from her freckles to her already puffy labia, and how they dripped her juices in anticipation of my touch and attention. My wife's skin was pale, her hair red, and my hands were rough and tanned, contrasting beautifully with her skin in the late afternoon light. Her nipples were already standing proud half an inch above her pink areolas.
My hands glided across her skin, my fingertips gently pressing and dragging gently along her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, stomach, arms, hands, thighs, calves, feet and her ass, all succumbing to my touch. My body was rigid, firm, wanting, hers was supple, soft, yearning. I needed her, I needed to feel her, I needed to taste her. I need Jessica to know how much I loved her, at least as much as her sister. My lips chased my fingers, tracing my wife’s erogenous areas; her neck, her ears, her breasts and nipples, the insides of her thighs, the peachy fullness of her ass, the small of her back, but I never touched or tasted her essence, my goal was to make her feel my unfaithful manhood as my initial touch, to feel her orgasm around my cock and draw my seed from my balls and into her belly. I leaned over her, my phallus stiff and throbbing from my excitement, my hot fullness pressing against her, and Jessica’s body automatically twisted and turned to accept my shape into her body.
My arms and chest were flexing, the tendons and muscles rippling and dancing as I raised the little redhead up and pulled us together, as I tried to hold myself back, scared of the desire she had ignited within me, as our bodies automatically began to couple. Her breath came in half moans, her hips rolled as she waited for me to penetrate her. I grabbed her ass with one hand and positioned my cock at her pussy lips with his other. I then grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto his swollen member, watching as my cock opened her up, spreading her pussy lips. When I felt as though she were only seconds from exploding in frustration, I lowered myself down… My hard cock felt like hot steel as I slowly pushed my way inside her. I mounted slowly, savouring the sight of my penis sliding into Jessica's married pussy… and I kept pressing into her, feeling her wet vagina surround my throbbing shaft. I sank my cock all the way into my wife's pussy, my heavy balls hanging below as I rutted into her.
Jessica gripped the sheets with both hands, her eyes wide open as she felt my cock go deeper than ever. I felt like my cock head was in her stomach! Then I started moving back and forth, my cock sawing in and out of her clenching snatch, finding a rhythm, driving into her, pulling halfway out and plunging in again. Jessica's little titties jiggled with each penetration. Her face contorted with pleasure.
"Ohhh... Ohhh... Ohhh... Ohhh… fuck me," Jessica panted in time with each thrust. "Ohhh... Ohhh... let me reclaim you!"
I bottomed out, balls deep and pressed my groin against her, rotating my hips slowly to put pressure on her clit, and within seconds Jessica was wailing and pumping up at me as her orgasm overwhelmed her. I stopped, and we savoured the feeling of one another's bodies in silence. When I felt that she had relaxed from her climax I began to thrust again. It was gentle and careful, but gradually my patience left me and my strokes became faster and more powerful. Jess looked totally drained after her first orgasm; yet to my shock after a few minutes I saw and felt another of her climaxes approaching. My regular, unrelenting thrusts took her higher, higher, and finally she screamed as she came again, tightening her fingers frantically against the muscles of my back. I fucked her even harder, drilling my manhood in and out of my wife as she shuddered beneath me. Her feet were flailing helplessly in the air behind me as her hot, tight pussy engulfed me over and over. She opened her beautiful green eyes and all I could see was love in them. She was gasping for breath. She reached up and put her arms around my neck, pulling me back down to her. Our lips met and our tongues immediately shot into each other's mouth. The room was filled with the sounds of our kissing as well as the sound of wet sexes slapping together. I began to jackhammer in and out of Jessica's pussy and I could feel my balls heating up.
"UNH! UNH! UNH! UNH!" Jess cried loudly as I kissed down her cheek to her ear. I sucked her earlobe into my mouth briefly.
"I'm gonna cum." I moaned into her ear. A thrill of desire sparkled behind her eyes; her body demanded that she capture my seed.
"Cum inside me!" Jess moaned back and then I felt her lips trail along my cheek, searching for my mouth. I turned and kissed her, feeling her tongue shoot into my mouth. She kissed me eagerly, her athletic legs falling down around my waist as I pounded my thick, hard cock into her over and over.
"Hold me tight," she grunted at me, and now I knew why.
She came in a blind rush, her body stiffened beneath me and her overworked pussy spasmed around my hardness. Now wetter and more inflamed, I kept her on the edge, allowing her no relief and she came a second time, almost as hard as the first, then a minute later a third, blessedly weaker.
Jessica was frenzied, fighting against my strength with all her might. "Oh fuck fuck fuck," my wife gasped. I groaned, needing to pull out but my legs struggled to get free. "Let me," she pleaded, "around you." She raised one leg, then the other, and I wrapped her legs around my hips. Now I was impossibly deep. I felt my cock all the way up inside her.
"Now fuck me," Jess demanded, "fuck me like you mean it. Fuck me harder than you fucked Rachel." I pummeled into her, and she squealed with the pleasure of it. I slammed my hips against her, filling her slick vagina with my penis that wanted all of me, as fast as I could. "Harder," she pleaded, "faster," and I tried. She held herself open to me and my belly slapped against hers, liquid smacking sounds, the clickety-clack of lubrication as I pistoned in and out, always in and out.
I was conflicted but her pussy was so hot and tight that it felt comforting around me, like it had become a part of me. Perhaps It had? It felt like I was meant for this. I was her breeding bull... Just an animal to satisfy her biological needs. If she was made for me then I was made for her… for all of them. Destined to spend my load inside them. I was nothing more than a tool. She had me clamped in place, her legs locking around me in anticipation of my desire to withdraw. When I reached the point of no return, I couldn't pull out of her. My wail of anguish was mistaken for pleasure and almost imperceptible at first, then grew over the span of a dozen strokes until it hit me, a grunting groaning impaling thrust that buried me seemingly into the pit of my wife's stomach. I felt myself going into spasm. It was so overwhelming. I felt Jessica's entire vagina clamp down on my steel-hard flesh, one long drawn out almost muscle cramp of a clench, with everything pulsing inside her and everywhere around me and my penis jerked violently, sending the first volley of my sperm rich semen up my shaft and into her fertile depths.
As I felt her pussy clamp down, rippling around me as her biggest orgasm hit. I buried myself to the hilt and found her cervix. I pushed my cock into the tight donut of flesh, and let go--thick, heavy ropes of cum erupting straight into her uterus, flooding her fertile depths. I kept thrusting through every pulse, forcing my seed deeper, grinding against her womb, and inside it, until I was completely drained.
Jessica's body shook beneath me, moaning incoherently, "Yes... yes... it's so deep... I can feel it filling me... breeding me..."
Spurt after spurt of creamy white semen pumped from the engorged helmet of my cock and sprayed directly onto her cervix. I was so trapped by her clutching legs, mated against her, that the tip of my cock was pressed hard against her cervical opening, so my whole load began to flood her fertile womb. My balls squeezed and released his rhythmically, pulsing time after time after time as my pearlescent seed sprayed into her molten hot, unprotected uterus. Instead of reducing, each load seemed even bigger than the last and I felt Jessica's titanic orgasm intensify even further. The pulsing of her vagina muscles increased in intensity, pumping the unstoppable wave of my sperm towards the fertile eggs in their owner's fallopian tubes. Neither of us could stop; our bodies continued to thrust against each other, like a pair of mating animals.
As the last spurt pulsed from my rampant cock, and the last spasm of Jessica's orgasm subsided, we collapsed. We were breathing heavily and sticky with sweat, softly moaning and groaning with the last frizzes of pleasure sparking through our bodies. We were still locked together, a lewd tableau of two bodies connected at a fulcrum point of twitching, throbbing slippery heat. And when the tension melted, this time we were both breathing too hard for gentle kisses. My body, then her body, then mine again would shudder. Two race horses past the finish line, straining for air.
Almost as an afterthought her legs relaxed their grip on my waist. Only then did I feel the throbbing and the blood flowing back into my cramped organ. She opened her, flexing the frozen muscles. My penis, now softer and less rigid, was still meaty in the tender grip of her vagina. I remained socketed inside her. "I hope," she whispered, "I hope I didn't frighten you."
I was a conflicted mess. In the euphoria of my orgasm I felt bliss. But deep in the recesses of my mind, I felt terror; This was all I was. All I ever would be… and was it enough?
I felt Jessica kissing at my mouth, but I was too busy panicking to notice. That was the most violent, passionate orgasm I had ever had. Never before had my penis jerked this many times. I could feel a thick wad of cum leave my cock each time it jerked and I knew that it was bathing her spasming cervix. Finally, worried that she might see my pain, when my load had slowed to a trickle and I was able to catch Jessica's lips with mine and kiss her sloppily. The room was filled with the sounds of our breathless kissing as the last of my semen inseminated her waiting body. Her legs squeezed and held me tight, making sure those final drops fell inside her and she pushed her tongue into my mouth, holding me in place. She kissed me hard, squeezing my neck with excitement.
"Mmmmm..." she purred as I softened inside her. As our kissing slowed, she felt me begin to pull out of her. Jess tightened her legs around me and broke the kiss, smiling.
"Where do you think you're going?" she demanded.
I smiled and kissed her again, settling back down on top of her soft, naked body and keeping my semi-hard penis inside her. I was no longer in control and it petrified me. I needed to find a solution, some compromise, to find a way to survive.
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I tried to keep my distance in the lead up to my birthday. I knew they were both ovulating and I needed to show some self-control, especially with Rachel. But it was hard living upstairs from her. Jessica and I had been living together for a year, and happily married for almost a month. We lived in the loft space in her parents house, with direct access to Sophie, Joseph, Rachel and my young son. Jessica was loving her new job working for the City and I was already taking charge of the small team of architects; my life was looking up… if I could just find a way to accept that I was a serial love cheat and almost certainly as cuckold as Joseph was.
It was the start of July, the middle of summer, and the hottest day so far. It was also my twentieth-first birthday. My parent's, Rachel, together with Sophie and Joseph had organised a surprise party at the house. I was babysitting Jacob with Dad and Joseph, leaving the girls time to get everything ready for me and all the guests next door. When Jessica arrived home from work she brought with her a bag full of strawberries, apples, oranges, grapes. She also had salad vegetables in tow as well. My Mom and Rachel prepared fruit punch and bowls of salad for the party. It was going to be a great day for me to see all my friends and family in one place, gathered there just for me to celebrate my special day. Rachel expertly and swiftly peeled apples, diced melons, sliced strawberries and juiced lemons and limes. Preparations for the food spread were almost complete.
Sophie was so proud of her daughters. No longer teenagers they had grown into being mature, intelligent, women with a soft femininity. Their bodies were graceful and beautiful rounding as they came to their womanhood. They already had gorgeous B-cup breasts and wide curvy hips and bottoms. Sophie would often tell me that she could see her future grandchildren sparkle in Rachel and Jessica's eyes. They just needed to get careers started then Jessica and I would start building our lives together, with our own house and perhaps, in time, our own family. But did I have the time to put all the pieces into place? I was disgusted with myself when a fleeting thought gave me some hope; maybe both Rachel and Jessica were infertile? No… I had put my trust into fate and I trusted that, when the time was right, fate would intervene. If I only had enough time. Sometimes I secretly hoped Rachel would settle down… but I loved Rachel just as much as I loved Jessica and she was in no mood to find anyone else to share her life with.
Jessica still hadn’t fallen pregnant despite our best efforts on the days before and after her twentieth birthday; she was desperate for a family of her own. Rachel, like Ellen before her, was also desperate to make some sort of link to me. It was worrisome. Her love for me was sometimes overpowering and I knew I had to be careful with her even though Jessica accepted that she was also my lover. In truth it was the other way around; I had to accept that I had chosen Rachel when I exchanged vows with her slightly younger sister. The twins had shared me right from the start, but to the world, I had chosen Jessica… the world could be cruel and would not take too kindly if they knew the swapped places with each other and I even sometimes shared my bed with both sisters. I also knew Rachel was ovulating, in time with her mother and sister, and seeing me with Jacob seemed to have only intensified the desire of motherhood inside of her. She had deliberately come off the pill over a year ago for a reason, initially without her sister's knowledge, because there was only one thing she really wanted. Exactly the same thing as all the Robinson females; a baby.
I wasn’t in any hurry. I was bound and determined to make it in the world before I would even consider children. It's not that I didn't want to be a father again; far from it, as I loved kids and absolutely wanted Jessica and I to have a baby of our own. But I wanted to be able to provide for them, have a safe and comfortable life for them independent of my reliance on our parents. I loved my wife desperately, but I was becoming seriously worried that despite a year of unprotected sex, neither twin had conceived. We all knew what it meant; their mother’s infertility issues were well documented and it took ten years and a fling with a much younger man for her to finally fall pregnant. The twins may never give birth to children.
The Robinson women had always wanted babies; it was in their genes. She wanted to pass on my family name, I wanted to teach my children all sorts of things. I actually had a drawer with a few baby clothes I had picked up over the last twelve months. What sort of man bought baby clothes? According to the Robinson’s; A kind, decent, giving, loving man... that's who. I was apparently all of these things and so many more. I was lucky to have such caring women in my life.
But where were they? After preparing the food… everyone had disappeared. I should have seen it coming but I didn’t, they had kept everything so quiet! My next door neighbours were masters of keeping secrets and I found it very uncomfortable to be living my life in a world so full of them. I wandered over to the house next door with my Dad, Joseph and baby Jacob in tow and I was looking forward to seeing my wife after a full day of celebrating and having a beer or two! I walked into the empty house, still wondering where everyone was.
"Jessica…? Rachel...?"
I wandered to the back garden, opened the back door...
“Surprise!”
A collection of familiar faces started singing 'Happy Birthday' and party poppers flew everywhere. I laughed heartily and my girls hugged and kissed me as I walked bewilderedly through crowds of friends and family. I was on the verge of a tear or two, overwhelmed with their love.
The party concluded about midnight, and Rachel retired a little before that not long after my parents returned home. I had had a few beers as planned but never got out of control, I always knew that three or four was my maximum. I wanted to remember that night; it was a special celebration; my twenty-first birthday. I was married, in the career of my dreams, with my own little place and with my year old secret son living close at hand. Today was not going to be a day I would lose in a fog of drunken stupor.
Despite the time of day, the July warmth meant that Jessica had not needed to put any extra layers on that night and remained in her small top and short white denim skirt and cute sandals. She looked stunning. Her red hair flowed over her shoulders, her green eyes were piercing behind her long eyelashes. My wife had more plans for me.
My eyes lingered on her; her beautiful bottom curved and jutted outward from her in an enchanting and perfect way. My eyes moved to her inner thighs and what lay above the fabric of her skirt. Her hips were wider, and slightly out of proportion, almost too large for her slim waist, but in a way that made her so sexually appealing. I could see my wife wasn't wearing a bra. The evening chill saw her nipples very slightly hardened. They peeked through the fabric of her top ever so slightly. Her small, round breasts, so ripe and soft. The line of her areola was just visible beneath her strappy top. I felt myself harden as Jessica wiped surfaces, put cutlery away, and bent over to pick up bits of food from the kitchen floor.
Our guests were long gone. The house was quiet. My parents had retired back to their house next door, Sophie and Joseph had left us to finish off tidying up as they put their exhausted little boy to bed. I just stood there, in the middle of the room, watching as the gorgeous redhead worked.
"Can you lend a hand with this big table? Just to get it back into the dining room…" she looked at me expectantly, realising I was undressing her with my eyes.
"Sure Jessica... of course, sorry... I was miles away."
"You're twenty-one, a man, my man… I love the way you look at me." Then she paused, stopping what she was doing and faced me, her cute nose wrinkling, "Jeff, are you feeling okay?" she asked, suddenly looking a little concerned, as I tried to clear my head.
"I’m just tired…”
“Then let's get this shifted and go to bed.”
Minutes later we found ourselves upstairs in our own room, "Happy Birthday! I love you!" Jessica proclaimed and threw her arms around me. She planted a big kiss on my cheek. My arms reciprocated, sliding around the redhead's waist; but as she turned to face me, I gripped her hip tightly and placed a second kiss on her lips.
"So… did you have a good birthday?"
"The best…"
"It's about to get better.”
My wife released the embrace and began to undress, preparing for bed. I quickly did the same, removing my clothes and sliding beneath the cool sheets. Jess smiled at me as I watched her seductively peel off her skirt and top and pull on her bed shirt and some fancy pyjama shorts. She looked stunning. We heard the comforting sound of her little brother's gentle crying downstairs and then his quiet giggle as someone came to his aid. I watched Jessica's hands wander over her own body putting her bedwear right before sitting down on the mattress. The skimpy lingerie had ridden up to leave her smooth flat stomach exposed and was so tight it was obvious her nipples were beginning to swell in anticipation, giving away the thoughts in her head.
Jessica's tits were small, but the top was clinging to them and I could see her nipples were hard. Speaking of hard, I felt my cock stirring between my legs and quickly lowered my eyes. There was no relief to be found, she was wearing a pair of tiny red shorts with lace around the edges, and it fueled my desire. She had one of her long legs stretched out on the bed and I found myself staring at her inner thigh. The shorts had ridden up and were bunching between her legs.
She approached the end of the bed, leaning down so her breasts wobbled deliciously against her sheer lingerie, giving me a promising view of her nipples from the low-cut top of it. She kissed me for a long time on the lips. My dick stirred again inside my pants, and she shifted and removed my shoes and socks, tossing them aside. Next, she unbuckled my belt and slid my pants off my legs. Now, she crawled over and up my legs, seductively grazing her nipples against my now trapped and erect dick as she worked the buttons of my shirt, revealing my chest and stiffening nipples. She peeled back the shirt and bent down, kissing my chest, licking my nipples and then sucking each one until they ached, like the emerging feeling in my underwear. Smiling mischievously, eyes flashing in the semi-light, she backed down my torso, lips brushing over my bulging excitement. The cotton material of my shorts was thin, and Jessica's touch was stirring and electric!
Indeed, I was ready to feel that warm velvety glove; her secret layers of inner flesh wrapped tightly around my dick. Jessica wanted to play, and she was being coy. She dragged me onto our marital bed then backed off slowly, but just enough to where her shorts rode up her thighs to give me a sweet peek of her pussy. Climbing back onto the bed in front of me, she bent down and kissed my inner thighs, both of them, until her mouth hung just an inch from my underwear trapped dick. She pulled the waistband down so the swollen tip poked out, and she licked the sensitive underside of my glans, making me jerk with the sudden ecstasy of being kissed by hot moist lips. My hands both pulled automatically at my bonds, but I wasn't going to escape. She was in control. She soon pulled the underwear down my legs, throwing it to the floor. She returned to her position before me, but spread my legs so she could sit between my legs on the bed.
Suddenly her hands were around my dick. Gripping my dick with one hand, she kissed the tip with her warm lips, alternately kissing and licking the glans and corona while stroking the shaft. My balls constricted, as my arousal grew in waves. She kept the base of my shaft held stretched in a tight clamp with her left hand, and used only two fingers of her other hand to play with the strained tip. It was as though she was a blind person trying to identify what my dick looked like, exploring the size and contours with her fingers. She took her time, and her touch was driving me crazy with desire. She let go with her left hand and started to play with one of my nipples while her other hand stroked my dick faster and squeezed a little harder.
"I'm going to make you cum, and there is nothing that you can do to stop me." She said it while her hand pumped my dick faster and gripped me more tightly. She wanted to bring me to a climax quickly, but just when I was about to Cum… she stopped!
I had to concentrate and squeeze my seldom used inner muscles to keep from ejaculating. Moments after my dick shuddered from the spasms of a non-ejaculatory orgasm and soon subsided; she reached out and started to explore my dick again. I never lost my hardness. She started slowly stroking my penis using just her index finger or index finger and thumb. Starting at the base, she would stroke up the underside with her finger, and then run the finger around the head or over the top very slowly and down the underside. She would keep up this long slow stroking for a while, then suddenly, wrap her hand around the shaft and give me four or five fast full strokes. Her other hand caressed other areas of my body, and my balls. Sometimes she would wrap her left hand around the base of my shaft and use her fingers on the tip of my dick and use all of her fingers as though she was trying to extract an invisible splinter from the top two inches. She kept up this slow teasing for what seemed like hours. She was always touching and stimulating me, but she was avoiding the kind of consistent and persistent motion that would make me cum. I was in ecstasy… and agony.
My wife was edging me with immense precision and skill, taking me to the precipice of my orgasm with the skills and experience of her mother. Then… she stopped again… her green eyes boring into mine.
"Jeff, can we try for a baby tonight?" she said seriously.
"I… I don't think that's a good idea, Jessica." I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Please?"
She was staring at me with those big green eyes and I felt myself waver. Her mother had gotten anything she wanted with those eyes and her daughters had learned to use them as well. My aching cock reminded me of the other ways Jessica's mother had gotten what she wanted. Sophie was sleeping with her husband only a few rooms away and so far, since marrying her daughter, I had managed to keep myself from rediscovering the pleasures found between her mother's legs. It was right that she should be with her husband and devote time to her baby. That throbbing between my legs caused me to shake my head, "Really Jessica, I think you need to put these thoughts to one side for at least another year. Get established in your career. Give me a chance to make some money and build up some savings? Money is tight…"
"I'm going to be ovulating soon… your Mom advised me to keep track… I'm going to be fertile…"
I was struggling immensely to keep my urgent feelings away from my mind and body. Pulses of excitement were surging through my loins and making me crazy. Her sexual seduction had been carefully considered and beautifully executed. All that was in my mind was having reproductive sex with her fertile body. Fucking her. For all I was worth. My hard, hard cock fully inside her tight pussy. I was just as broody, I wanted to see what the little redhead looked like pregnant. But no… I knew I needed to be strong… just another year? The urge did not subside.
“I want to have your baby, Jeff.”
“Just one more year Jessica?” I pleaded.
This was absolute torture. My balls were heavy and aching. I longed desperately to release the pressure in them inside the womb of my young wife. Why now? I couldn't explain or justify in my own mind at all. I just wanted to feel my thick, potent cum, filling her body. More, though. I did want to make her pregnant. I wanted another baby… our baby. Father her first child. Was fate trying to tell me something?
My head was screaming no, I was only just beginning my new role, it was unlikely I would be able to afford a big enough house for a growing family in less than a year. But my heart and loins were stronger. My body, virile and frantic. My instinct as a man told me that she was ready… fertile… horny. I longed to make her happy, I did want to reproduce with her… reproduce her. Have my own little redheaded daughter. I couldn’t explain my sudden biological need.
“Think about it…” Jessica said sweetly, “It's still your birthday and I owe you… something special.”
She looked at me through her long eyelashes and I nearly pounced on her right then and there. I lay there for a moment in silence as Jessica cuddled up in our bed beside me. Her eyes closed but she was smiling, it assured me that this was the time. Right now. To try and to keep trying. She might not be infertile. Maybe this time we would get lucky. She looked so beautiful. Her body was only partially covered by her bed sheet, and her breasts were so full and pert, protruding from the sheets. I cuddled in by her side and laid my head next to hers, gently. She mumbled something indiscernible. I spoke very softly, in almost a whisper.
“Jess… you love your job… what about your career…?"
"I've discussed this with the manager. She knows my… fertility issues. I've been told I'll be entitled to maternity leave… should it happen. They understand and I can put my career on hold until after I have given birth to our baby. I've thought about this, Jeff. Please don't let me or my career get in the way of us having children of our own?”
“I haven't saved enough… I can't afford a place of our own… we don't make enough to support a family,” I replied, “My new job is demanding. I won't have time…”
“Your new boss loves you! Richard? He's a family man. He's always talking about his new girlfriend and he wants his own children. You'll have been working for him for a year. You work so hard. He will support you… he wants you to stay there and that's why he gave you a pay rise." I took my wife's hand in mine and I kissed it gently. My head fighting my heart to the death as she continued her argument, “I'm broody… I see you with Jacob. I see my Mom breast feeding and feel the joy you've given her. I saw the way you looked at her as her body ripened with the baby you put inside her. I see the pain in your eyes too when my Dad holds Jacob and shows him off to his friends and family. You'd make a brilliant Daddy. You should have a baby of your own… our baby.”
“I don't know if I'm ready…”
“I see the love you have for our family… and I know… deep inside… that you're ready.” She moved hands slowly to my loins. "You just need things to be perfect… Jeff, everything IS perfect. I know… it might not happen… but today is special. You're twenty-one. It feels… like it's the right time. I just… I just want to keep trying… just in case… I leave it too late." My wife's hand was resting on my erect penis. Not only that, my arousal over our baby talk had made it slick with pre-cum. It was engorged, the pulsing made it actually beat like my heart. "I want to have your baby…"
"Jessica… you're driving me insane. I want… I want us to be more… but we need to be sensible and realistic. I don't want you to get your hopes too high.”
“Jacob needs a playmate…”
“Jess. I want you to be happy. I'm just scared. I want to be a good father to Jacob… but I don't think I ever can be. I feel like a failure. I look at you… I see my future… our children… we should carefully plan–”
“That's the architect in you speaking,” Jessica interrupted, “Not everything needs to be so carefully planned, my love. Some things are fate… like how I met you… a random event… conceiving might take months or years!”
“Or it could happen tonight.”
Jessica held me tightly and then whispered into my ear, "So… let fate decide…” I was silent for a moment while I tried to come to terms with her demands and with my stubborn reluctance. She saw the conflict within me and said simply, “Let’s make a baby…”
I paused, took a deep breath, then decided; this was it. I needed her to realise her desire for a child matched mine. I would give her anything. I would face anything. For her. Composing myself, I poured my heart out to my wife.
"Ellen wanted me to get her pregnant. I knew it wasn't right. I was too young and I just wasn't ready to make a baby. But towards the end of that relationship, just like you are trying to do right here and now, she tried to convince me… and she succeeded! When she didn't fall pregnant she deceived me, telling me she was pregnant… and… It put me in a bad place."
"I know…" Jessica whispered sadly, maybe finally realising, "I remember…"
"When your Mom dragged me away from Ellen’s clutches… we ended up… having sex. She assured me she wouldn’t fall pregnant… but she did and that complicated everything!"
"But Jeff… that was a miracle… you saved her marriage… you completed our family… I want my own miracle."
"I know. Believe me, I know… look… maybe we can come to an arrangement?"
"I’ll do anything! Name it! Anything you want. I will agree to anything."
"I will agree to keep on trying for a baby," I announced and Jessica immediately perked up, "But you have to tell your sister… that she needs to stop having unprotected sex with me."
Jessica gasped, a look of horror appearing on her face, "But… Rachel deserves her miracle too, Jeff. Don’t you love her? What if I fall pregnant and she doesn’t?"
"What if she falls pregnant and you don't!" I shouted, trying to get through to her how worried I was. It would break her. We wouldn’t survive. "You tell Rachel and I’ll tell Molly and your Mom exactly the same thing. We need to uncomplicate this."
"You need to uncomplicate this…" Jessica looked defeated.
"I do! We are putting so much stress on trying to make everyone happy… My Mom says stress is the key element we need to remove if we are going to improve our chances of conception. Jess, I want you. I love you. I want to have children with you… give us a chance… let’s give ourselves some space… from Rachel… from everyone… at least for a while. That’s all I’m asking… I just want you. I want you to be happy. I want us to be happy. Let me try to make you happy?" Jessica pulled away from me and buried her face in her hands, tears flowing from her eyes. "I’m sorry… I’m tired, it’s been a long but incredible day. Maybe the beers have loosened my tongue a bit and I am just speaking what I'm feeling. I'll reign it in… I didn't mean to make you cry, Jessica." I sat up and stroked her hair, trying to soothe her. "I am so sorry."
Jessica dropped her hands from her face and stared at me in silence, her lip trembling. I wiped the tear from my own eyes and started to inch away from her. I decided to give her space. Time to decide. Jessica grabbed my hand.
"No, wait. Don't go. Please." I turned to face her. "You’re my husband and this hasn't upset me. I understand. Ellen did this to you… and if I’m not careful I’m going to repeat her mistake. I’m so sorry she was so posessive, fucked up and psychotic! She hurt you and the scars she gave you haven’t yet healed. You’re trying to do what’s best for me… for us. You’re right… I love my sister… but I need to show you I love and respect you just as much if not more. We need time for us… just us… So I agree. I’ll tell her, I’ll explain. Thank you for being honest with me, Jeff, I know I keep stressing you out with this and now I see why. I told you it was my job to heal you and I couldn't be happier! We both feel it. We both know it's time. I want to make love to you, Jeff. On this special day… it feels… magical… I know you want to find a compromise and I accept it. I want what you want. There are no guarantees and yes we should wait another year… But I can't help the way I feel right now. I want to make you a daddy. Tonight."
Slowly, but cautiously, my hands began to move up her chest, capturing her face in my hands. I pulled our mouths together and we kissed, sealing the deal, our heart rates steadily increasing with our need to become one. As our kiss broke, Jessica pulled the night shirt over her head as I stared at her perky little mounds staring back at me and then looked at her unbelievingly.
"Believe me… I want to make you a Mommy."
This time she captured my head in her hands and lowered it to a taut nipple as she watched me suck it into my mouth. My cock was straining.
"I believe you," she breathed, "Are you ready?"
"Maybe I'll never be ready. I love you and if you think you're ready too… then I want us to have baby making sex. I do want to start trying for a baby… a baby of our own. I love you and want to give you a child. I want us to become a real family." Jessica looked up at me wide eyed, her beautiful green orbs became glassy once more. I continued, "I want to see your body change, like how your Mom's changed with Jacob. I want everyone to look at you and know you’re expecting our baby. I want to see your beautiful breasts swell up with the milk." What the fuck was I saying? It was all just pouring out from me. Jessica looked amazed, genuinely shocked that such words were now spilling from my lips. I needed to shut up… but my mouth kept going, “I don't know where this has come from. I am not drunk, I have not thought about this before so it's not a spur of the moment thought. Like you say, sometimes it takes weeks… months or years… I just needed to tell you. I love you, Jessica. I want us to have children. I want a daughter… who looks just like you. Let fate decide."
I started to shake with fear at the words that had just spilled from my lips. Jessica trembled. Sure, in nine months time I would be earning a very good wage. In nine months she would be a year into her career. If I could distance myself from the other women in my life and just concentrate on her… then maybe… I could make her happy. My penis felt like an iron rod. It was so hard. Then she reached down, putting her fingers into the hemline of her red shorts, and lifted her hips from the bed. She pulled them down and brought her feet up to pull them off and threw them to the floor.
"I don't think we'll be needing these either." She said as she pulled back the sheet and lay down beside me.
I couldn’t resist my beautiful young wife any longer. I wrapped my arms around her narrow waist and pulled her to me and we kissed again. It began as a gentle kiss that evolved into a mutual expression of passion. My reluctance dissolved into arousal as her lips and tongue worked their youthful magic on me. While my own tongue sought hers as a prelude to even more intimacy, my hands began to roam her body, dropping first to her ass. She murmured approval at my surrender to her overtures.
We continued kissing, probably for several minutes. Though the intensity of our physical need for each other was increasing, neither of us wanted to rush. I began to let my kisses find their way over her lips, chin, and neck. She rewarded my exploration with vocal encouragement that heightened my desire for her. I found a warm spot at the base of her neck at the shoulder. The instant she felt my lips there, she tightened her arms around my neck to pull me even closer. Then she moved to straddle my upper left thigh. I felt her begin to rub her vulva against it. My continued oral attention to this hotspot only intensified her frottage. The sounds from deep inside her affirmed her pleasure and heightened my own.
Unable and now unwilling to contain my own lust, I allowed my hands to seek the warm eroticism of her skin. She entangled her hands in my hair and forcibly pulled my mouth from her neck. Her mouth sought mine and upon finding it, she thrust her tongue deeply into me. I allowed my hands to continue their upward excursion to her shoulders; Her bare skin was a tactile aphrodisiac. Its allure sent the electricity of arousal to all parts of my body and we continued kissing with nearly violent sexuality.
Any hesitation I might have had, any concerns about making love to my fertile wife, vaporised. She released her grip on my hair and broke our kiss so that I could slowly move my hands upward. The slowness of my movement and the warmth and friction of my hands against her skin seemed to stimulate her even more. I stepped back slightly to get a better view of her breasts. Her eyes penetrated mine. She was unashamed of her nakedness. Indeed, she seemed to become further aroused at my focus on her titties and pulled us back together, her naked breasts pushing against my bare chest. Her warmth was titillating, the friction enticed her nipples to harden and lengthen when their tips moved across my chest.
Again, for several minutes, we held each other close and kissed passionately. I allowed my kisses to again wander over her face, biting her lips and ear lobes gently, letting my tongue tip caress her most sensitive spots, letting my erotically suggestive whispers into her ears inflame her. Now, with our upper torsos completely exposed to each other, I began to move my lips downward, eager to reach her breasts, to take their nipples between my lips and tenderly suck and pull them into my mouth. Her smallish breasts were incredibly sensitive. She rewarded my advances with sounds of lust, first softly, then louder. I felt the urgency in her fingers when they clawed my back. Oh, how I wanted her! Again, she moved to straddle my upper thigh and rub her vulva against it, more feverishly than before. Each grind of her pussy against me pressed her against my now very hard cock.
Our sensual struggle became more animated, more intense. While my lips continued to kiss her breasts and tug on their nipples, my tongue encircled and tweaked them. We once again came together, standing, kissing, running our hands over each other's body. Her swollen, moist pussy again rode up and down on my upper thigh. So close were we that my fully-erect cock was captured between our bodies.
With my left arm around her lower back, I placed my right arm against the back of her shapely thighs, and swept her up into my arms. Her right arm around my neck, and she again kissed me deeply while I lifted her into the centre of our bed. I was all over her with kisses, Jess returning everyone back to me. Tears welled up in our eyes. Almost joyful, but also full of trepidation and fear. We both trembled together in a loving embrace.
"I love you."
"I love you too, Jess. So much I can't begin to explain it."
"I know we are saving lots by living here with my family but I think we are ready. We would make it work. Just please… Don't forget my sister? Don’t forget our journey… maybe, sometime in the future, when things have settled. We could get back to how things were? Settle down together? All of us?"
"I do worry about leaving Jacob… and Rachel… but I can't hide what is in my heart. I promise the only things that will happen between us are things that YOU want. You're my wife. I need to put you first, not your Mom, not your sister."
Jessica sighed, seeming to accept my devotion to her, and a smile appeared upon her pretty, freckled face. "I do appreciate that… I guess I’m still not used to someone just loving me… wanting me… I’ve always come as a package."
"You come in the best package," I whispered in her ear, nibbling on her lobe as I spooned against the little redhead, letting my hands slide across her abdomen as I pulled her close. My hard cock inevitably rested on Jessica's naked bottom, letting it throb between her cheeks.
Jessica sighed and allowed her bottom cleft to embrace my erect cock, and it nestled in the groove, the head facing downwards along the line of her thighs, so that if she had opened her legs a fraction more, the head would have leapt forward and slid up to her slowly moistening pussy lips. Jessica allowed her legs to deliberately part for me, ever so slightly. My hardness sprung up suddenly into the gap created, and hit her wet outer labia. The wet head massaged her clit gently. She knew how I felt now; This felt like a new beginning. A revelation. Maybe this was a magical time? It was my twenty-first birthday and my loving wife and I were going to spend the night desperately trying to make a baby.
My reluctance to embrace becoming a father again had evaporated with her acquiescence. I felt like a new man and beneath me, my woman’s soaking wetness gave away her feelings. She was as ready as I was. My hands wandered from her stomach upwards, lingering over her curvaceous breasts. Her body had goosebumps from head to toe and her long nipples stood proudly on end. I cupped them protectively and kneaded the nipples gently between each thumb and forefinger. I pressed my pelvis gently against my wife' s bottom so that my head pressed harder onto her precious clit, feeling her wetness increase.
"I want your babies. Mom is worried she has passed onto me… whatever was wrong with her. But you fixed that."
"Did you ever think that maybe there was never really anything wrong with your Mom? Maybe it was just the time wasn’t right? The situation she was in with your Dad? Ellen? Jerome? My Mom says stress is the most influential factor on fertility…"
"You took away her stress and added it to your own," Jessica almost hissed, I think the revelation had finally hit her, "Then you took Ellen’s… mine… Rachel’s… Molly’s… and we all watched, rejoicing at what we had all gained… while you lost…"
"I would be the luckiest man alive if you and I made a baby today. There is no hurry, no stress, we can just enjoy the baby making practice… until fate decides the time is right.”
“Tonight… feels special,” she said, wrapping her arms around me, “this… already feels different.”
“I’m glad you finally understand.”
“Rachel won’t like it…” Jessica commented to herself, “I just need to be selfish.”
“And that’s why this is difficult for you. That’s not who you are. I’m not asking you to change… I just want you to understand… and adapt just a little…” I said, kissing her neck. “I'm a man, I know my responsibilities to you. I can be strong… I want us to be the centre of our own little world… until we have our own little one. Then we can discuss… the others… again… when the time is right.”
"I agree, husband," Jessica’s green eyes shone brightly in the dim light. She beamed her megawatt smile at me and my heart melted. She finally understood. She finally got it. "Between Rachel, Molly and my sex starved mother, demanding that you service all their sexual needs, they took so much from you… but you chose me. We are a couple… a partnership… and now it’s my job to light your baby making fuse. It needs to explode… and I want you to explode inside me. Let me make your twenty-first birthday special. We’re all ovulating right now… maybe it’s my turn tonight?”
“Tell your sister. I’m ready to accept that we are making a family. Jess, I want to fill your belly with my seed and see it grow. Are you ready for pregnancy, Jessica? You’re small… it won’t be easy. If you’re sure then I’m ready too. I love and want you, just you, it's all I’ve ever wanted in the world."
"I'm scared, things are going to be different. Rachel won’t be happy but I think my Mom would understand, she’d help Rachel accept your decision. Molly is out there waiting for me to say no so she can swoop in and steal you away. I’ve spent the last two years making this harder than it needed to be…" Jessica murmured. "I love you. I want this. And I want to make you a daddy, please let me try?"
All I wanted was to feel my cum flooding her beautiful, wet, fertile pussy, and making her egg into our first child. The first of many. She twisted her hips around to face me and I enveloped my arms around her in an elated embrace. My hands felt a little freer to rove so I tentatively moved my hands downwards to the radiating warmth of her vulva, and touched the moisture and slickness of her ovulating womb. She felt ready right now to be penetrated. My heart pounded. My face moved closer to hers.
"Kiss me again. Please. Kiss me then make love to me."
At that, my tongue met her lips, tenderly circling them once before her tongue came to meet mine. Our mouths explored each other deeply, the pressure increasing with our growing arousal. I wanted to delve my tongue deeper but our tongues were already as intertwined as two people in love could possibly be. My cock was now resting on my wife's stomach and being crushed delightfully, the pressure of her hip bone arousing me. Whilst exploring her mouth deeply with mine, my fingers slid gently over the folds of her labia, wet with both her juices and my precum. Electricity coursed through our bodies as our naked genitalia gently touched. My other hand found her breast and erect nipple, aching to be sucked and licked. Her breast filled my hand and I squeezed gently. She flinched oh so slightly in pleasure.
"Oh, Jeff, I'm going to make you so happy, I promise. I am going to prove how much I love you tonight. I want to make a beautiful baby of our own," she whispered up to me.
I silenced her with my lips. My hips lifted slightly and pressed back down again, onto her pubic bone with my hard cock, forcing her lips open so my shaft made contact with her swollen clit. She moaned softly as my tongue danced with hers. All I could feel was her raging desire. My naked cock was inches from her opening, my mouth sealing hers and my tongue deep inside her mouth, and those thrusting movements into her throat with my tongue, my cock ached to replicate deep inside her vagina. Jessica reached her hand down to feel the mass beneath my rising and falling hips. The soft velvety skin of my bare penis felt so wonderful in her fingers. It was engorged with blood, and soaked with pre-cum; slick in her hand. Maybe this was going to be the night that changed the whole course of our lives?
"Jessica, are you sure? Are you really, really sure? "
"Give me your babies, please. Please? I'm so ready for you and so, so sure."
As my hips rose this time, a soft but long stream of pre-cum oozed out of my cockhead onto her clitoris, and traveled down to her waiting opening, lubricating it even more than it already was. There was a huge wet mess between Jessica's thighs now. I could wait no longer. Jessica lifted her pelvis to create a path for my cock to move directly to her soaking entrance. I edged forward. My head was at her opening, pressing, easing it, a little more.
"I can wait…” I panted, suddenly questioning myself, “We don't need to… not tonight…"
"Shhhh, make love to me. Don’t think… It’s your birthday... Please make love to me all night long... please…" she shivered in ecstasy.
I moved my cock slightly forward; penetrating her, the head was just inside her opening. She gripped me with her walls. My hips were high in the air and my hard cock hovered over her hot and fertile pussy, my heavy balls hanging low on her wet thighs. My head once again won out, forcing me to stop. Jessica smiled and said, “Let me help you put it inside."
Jessica reached down and took my cock in her delicate hand, guiding it towards her pussy. She raised her head to look at our crotches and I also looked down. It was an amazing sight, having my petite youthful lover on her back trying to position my huge cock into her snug opening. She grabbed my ass and pulled me down onto her and I eased inside her a little more. She caught her breath, then let out a quiet cross between a sigh and a moan. She was so wet, my cockhead slipped between her welcoming labia.
Suddenly my wife gasped and her entire body went rigid beneath me. I was gently moving inside her now, there was no going back. Her pussy lips were wrapped tight around my cock shaft just behind the head, and her vagina began to relax as it grew accustomed to the invasion. A moment later, I felt her pussy begin to flutter and pulse around the head of my cock, welcoming it, caressing it, squeezing it lovingly. Her pussy anointed the purple, plum-shaped head with her slick, silky juices and I started pushing my shaft inside, opening her deeper, filling her with my cock. Her entire body shook uncontrollably. She was grunting and groaning, moaning, and screaming, all while she stifled her cries by biting her arm.
Her pussy was always so damn tight, made just for me, I fitted inside it so perfectly. It felt like I was sliding into a tightly rolled, warm, wet pillow. I mean, I could feel the walls of her vagina, all puffy and swollen with lust, squeezing my penis but it also felt so much more than just a physical thing. I was becoming part of her. In fact, as I slid deeper into my wife's pussy, that sweet, pink little pussy of hers seemed to be sucking me inside, treating my erection like it was a popsicle in her hot mouth. Jessica’s pussy walls felt like a collection of tongues licking my length as she sucked on it.
I slowly pulled my cock from her clutching snatch, and looked at it glistening with her juices. Jessica’s pussy lips were full and puffy, and all opened up, hungry to take my meat. Her juices were gently dripping and trickling out to create shiny trails down the insides of her thighs. She raised her legs and as I grabbed into the base of her thighs, aligning my powerful cock with her wanting pussy. I cleared the lump in my throat, unable to blink, as I considered the gravity of the moment. To watch my cock plunge into the woman I loved; it would be an image that would be burned into my mind for the rest of my life.
I held my breath as my engorged head penetrated her beautiful body once more, my wife's head arching back in wonder. "Ohhh!" Her gasp was silent, a whisper of disbelief.
Inch by inch, I breached that heavenly place, my manly length driving deeper into her and her pussy stretched, her ass squirming as she experienced a new world of sensations.
"Ohhh! M-My! Jef-" Jessica gasped as she shuddered, in disbelief of the feelings she was experiencing. She clutched upwards into my muscled chest, bracing herself.
I was only half way inside her, her pussy slowly yielding, then I pulled back, my massive cock coated in a sheen of her wetness. She gasped as I moved deeper, and deeper... I was almost all the way inside her. I moaned as my back arched with pleasure on finally feeling penetration into my young lover. At that, my hard, bare, soaked cock slid completely inside her, and kissed against her cervix. I was balls deep. I stayed there for a moment, and gazed in wonder beneath me at the majesty of my fertile, redheaded wife, in my arms, her pussy utterly enveloping me, our genitals completely connected.
I slid back and forth, gently and quietly, ever conscious of not waking anyone else downstairs, though the fear of us hearing us fucking, strangely aroused me more. As we rocked gently together, pussy and cock fiercely locked together, I moved my head to my wife's gently jiggling breasts, and grabbed a nipple between my lips. Tonguing and sucking it; then swallowing and devouring her breast as deeply as I could as I bucked into her; I emulated latching onto her for milk as our babies would. I felt huge inside her, like I couldn’t work out where I ended and she began. Our measurements seemed perfect, like my length was somehow tailor-made to her depth. My cockhead made contact with her cervix on each deep thrust, and my girth stretched her walls open wide to their capacity.
It made sense; Jessica had ovulated before her birthday just over three weeks ago. She really was fertile now. I knew it. She knew it. Her hormones had reset her reproductive cycle. Her dripping, leaking juices told us both what we already knew: This was her ovulation time. I felt wetness on the bed beneath her as my weight pressed onto her and my hips bucked hers. As we fucked, our copulation was becoming audible and the wet slapping sound of skin on skin was so arousing. But if this was going to be our special night then I wanted to make it last. I bent down and kissed her jiggling breasts, sucking on a hard nipple for a second before I gently bit down and slowly lifted my head. Jessica just moaned and reached down between us to knead her clit as her tit was lifted by my actions. I released the nipple and moved my head up and sealed my open mouth over hers in a wanton, torrid kiss, thrusting my tongue as far as it would go into her mouth. Jessica immediately responded, clutching her arms around my neck, returning my kiss and attacking my tongue with her own. I moved my head back and soon our lips didn't touch and only our tongues were dueling.
I moved my hips so I withdrew my penis from her clutching vagina and my little wife gasped, then I gently slid my throbbing cock back into her wonderful sheath. It gripped me like a hot, wet vice, but I kept on pushing deeper into my beloved, flame haired twin. Now moaning softly, Jessica threw her head back and arched her hips, pressing her juicy clit onto my pulsating shaft. I enjoyed her snug, but still sopping wet canal. I looked down at my horny lover as I slowly moved in and out of her and groaned, "I'm ready to make you into a Mommy…”
"It was always our destiny… to be a family…" Jessica moaned beneath me.
I plunged downward, my heavy testicles slapping into my wife's ass. My cock twitched inside her and she felt it and smiled. I smiled and began hammering my cock into her wet pussy. Her perky little titties swayed with our motion and her passion transformed her face. She locked her ankles behind my back, urging me deeper inside her.
"This is too good… I won’t last…" I growled, pounding into her, while hitting her cervix with every stroke.
"Happy birthday my love… don't stop… I can feel it coming," Jessica gasped.
She was almost folded over now beneath me, her legs up my chest, her vagina angled to accept my penis. My cock head pummeled her G-spot. I continued to thrust hard into her cervix. Jessica's little breasts had been moving sensually at first, but when I started to speed up they made an alluring sight as they bounced. Her nipples were as hard as pencil erasers and the sight of them swaying as I hammered her pussy was spectacular.
"Shiiiiiiiitttt! Keep fucking me..." Jessica squealed as she wrapped her legs around the small of my back, locking her feet together. Her hands gripped my ass, pulling at it so hard with each thrust I thought I might go right through her. I leaned down and our mouths mashed against each other in another torrid kiss.
I tore my lips from hers and pushed myself back up on straight arms, not missing a beat, looking down to watch as her incredibly sexy young body squirm and lunge up at mine.
"I'm a lucky man," I hissed as I continued moving my hips in a rapid motion.
"Yes… I'm the one who got lucky, Ooohhhh… Ooohhhh... Fuck... You chose me! Ooohhhh… Shit... Ooohhhh..." Jessica chanted to the rhythm of my thrusts. She reached up behind to the back of my neck and pulled me back down on top of her, capturing my mouth once again with hers as her tongue sought out mine. It was a long, wet kiss this time. My beautiful wife was giving herself to me in order for us to reproduce, and was filled with lust. I moved my head up and broke the kiss, but our torsos were still slapping ferociously against each other as my long hard penis was sliding in and out of her wet tight vagina.
“I'm so close!" Jessica shrieked.
"Cum for me…" I growled as I grabbed her ass and kept hammering into her.
"Yeeeesssss, YES!" Jessica cried as I pumped into her even harder. Our bed started to move across the floor as I positioned her legs on my shoulders. I was making sure my cum shot would blast deeply inside her, building up momentum to our baby making sex. The back of her ankles were resting on my shoulders and her red hair was splayed out on the pillow. I looked down at my wife as she was almost bent in two as she got the pounding and fucking she now craved.
"Arrggggg… Arrggggg… Arrggggg… ahhh… ah… a–I'm cuuuuuuuummming," Jessica wailed as her pussy started to contract around my cock, milking it like crazy. I kept pounding into her snug canal and Jessica kept on cumming.
Her vagina fluttered and sucked on my sliding phallus. It felt incredible to have her pussy seem to want to draw out the sperm from my baby maker. Jessica was quivering and moaning lustfully, folded over beneath me, her legs pointing at the ceiling as I kept her on the crest of her orgasmic wave. I was a man and she was my woman, and after only a few more minutes of ball-bouncing reproductive sex, I knew I was close to busting my nuts up Jessica's birth canal.
“Jess! I'm going to cum!”
Jessica could only moan incoherently in response and I could feel myself tensing up as my heart rate increased and my body reddened with the effort and the impending release. With a loud roar I pressed my hips down upon my petite wife, penetrating her deeply, nuzzling my cockhead against her dilating cervix, still twitching in her own orgasm. Time seemed to stand still as I held myself on the precipice, feeling her clasping pussy on my expanding cock. It would be a massive load. My balls tightened and seconds later I climaxed and my cock exploded into my fertile mate.
Jessica was still cumming. Her cervix undulating. Waiting for the pool of seed to fill it and be sucked involuntarily into her uterus. I shot the first load of potent seed at an incredible pressure towards the neck of my wife's aching womb. Jess arched her beneath me, as if she was in a great hurry to feel herself filled with the fluids from my overflowing balls. I was breeding her and it felt fantastic. I could feel my balls tightening firmly against the opening of her pussy, contracting hard as their contents erupted from my engorged penis.
I fired off volley after volley of my thick, slick boy-jizz deeply into my wife’s uterus. Boiling baby-making cream soothed the ravished depths of Jessica's hot, clutching pussy. She was suppressing her moans as best she could, but her hungry vagina was convulsing inside. The ropes of thick cum continued to explode out of me into her body, as if I had never cum before. I suppressed the ecstatic cries I would normally make; trying my best to be quiet so as not to alert the household, holding myself inside her tightly as I released, the inseminating sperm rich semen reaching far and deep. We had become one. Surely, this time my seed had been planted.
A final orgasmic spasm, deep within my testicles, spat the last of my cream into my horny wife's vagina. Jessica looked ecstatic; the knowledge that her well-pleased, satisfied pussy had been filled to overflowing with her husband’s DNA, looking to fuse with her own. Jessica’s cervix pulsed as it hungrily sucked up my seed, and she smiled to herself knowing her ripe and ready eggs would soon be fertilised with one of the millions of sperm now residing in her womb. Nature would unwittingly do the rest of the job to ensure the success of our frothy love-blend, spreading its warmth inside her and spilling out onto the base of my cock.
I felt indescribable after my ejaculation. I looked down at the disheveled redhead, fixing on her green eyes. A small tear formed in my eye as I still held myself inside her. For a moment, I forgot that there was anyone else in the world. Several minutes passed. We were both speechless and couldn't find anything to say that would be enough to define what had just occurred between us. My body relaxed and my chest came down to meet hers. My lips searched hungrily, wanting to tightly lock together with hers. Warm cum was seeping through into Jessica's uterus, up through her fallopian tubes, searching for its target. Jessica was glowing with post-fuck sweat and the satisfied, motherly bliss of knowing she has her husband’s sperm where it belonged, not only making our baby but making a man out of me too. She moaned as she reached down to finger the gushing oozing from her ravished gash, the slimy semen seeping naughtily down the crack of her ass and leaking lewdly down her firm, pale thighs.
"Jessica, toh fuck… Are you okay? Are you happy? Did we do the right thing?" I questioned as the guilt began to weave the tendrils of doubt into my brain.
"Fuck... oh, yes... Fuck yes... that... was just... incredible. I can't put into words how I feel. I have just made love to my husband and I’m certain I’m going to conceive this time. I don’t know if I’ve ovulated or when I will ovulate… but I am ready to be a Mommy and I want to make you into a Daddy. I have never felt like this before… after all the sex we’ve ever had… that felt different. Am I happy? Yes... I have never been happier than I am right now. I give myself to you completely… Happy Birthday my love."
"You made it the most special day of my life. I want to make this my life… with you. I want to do this every day, or as near to every day as possible. Let's buy a house together… make a home…”
"Can I tell my Mom and my sister what we just did?" She asked, breathlessly.
"You can tell your sister how things are going to change… at least for the time being," I panted.
Jessica looked at me, scrunching up her nose cutely but with a mildly irritated expression upon her face. "I’ll tell her. I’ll share our plans with everyone."
"Don’t rush… everything will take time. You know how it is; there’s a good chance you won't fall pregnant today. Don't get your hopes up too high. When we’ve made our first baby we can start looking for a new place. I worry about how Rachel will react and how your Mom will feel… Jacob and I are bonding."
"I love that you always consider my sister’s feelings. They will understand. You are my life. I love you, my husband. Did my Mom fall pregnant quickly… you know… when you started having unprotected sex with her?"
The truth was I didn't know but it was only a number of weeks from our first illicit encounter until she missed her period. So I guess that meant… she did. I nodded my head and Jessica wrapped her arms around me. We kissed once more. The kiss, the feeling of her plump lips devouring my mouth, my softening cock still deep inside her, sent Jessica’s body into another gentle spasm of pleasure. Like her cervix was desperate to drain my sperm from her slick vagina. We could feel cum oozing out from around my cock. I had filled her so fully that she was overflowing. Her hand crept down to her pussy and slid two fingers slightly inside, alongside the penetration of my softening cock, bringing it to her lips to taste our combined juices. She held her finger up to me and I sucked the remaining cream from her fingertip; Salty but also incredibly sweet and with a musky sexual scent. She repeated this; sucking one finger herself and then fed her other finger to my lips. I sucked her finger hard, my tongue delighting in the taste of our sex.
We lay there for a minute or two, stealing a kiss every few seconds. I slid my hands over the body of my wife, marveling at the beauty of her, the magnificence and the sacredness of what had taken place between us tonight. My wife. Freshly fucked. Perhaps inseminated for the first time. I had taken Jessica’s virginity three years ago so perfectly and now we were married, her womb was overflowing with potent seed. It was coursing through her tubes, helped along by her rapid strong heartbeat, searching out her egg, to penetrate its walls.
Jessica wanted more. I could sense her breasts and nipples becoming aroused as her body recovered for another mating. I leaned down and took a nipple onto my tongue, and suckled her. I took the areola into my mouth and allowed the nipple to reach the back of the roof of my mouth, latching onto her tightly. I hungrily locked onto her breast as hard as would be comfortable for my wife, to emulate nursing on her. I toyed with my tongue on her swollen tender nipple as I suckled. She moaned very softly, pleasured by the intimacy. Her pussy tensing slightly in arousal, pushing my cock out slightly as she tensed. I eased myself back inside again, sheathed to the hilt.
I released her nipple from my mouth and looked at her intently, feeling the need to confess, "I love watching Jacob suckle at your Mom’s breasts...”
“I know, she told me. You’re a breast man for sure,” she laughed, stroking my hair as I suckled on my wife's small but well formed boobs, “We’ve talked about how we all love it when you give our breasts some attention. Mom thinks we were meant to find you. Rachel thinks it's destiny. Mom’s missing you… I know you are giving Dad time to be with my Mom and her baby but please… show her that you love her? We tell each other everything, you know? There are no secrets in our family… so please… let me tell them about tonight? Let me tell them our plans?”
“Your sister–”
“Rachel is in love with you, she deserves to know that things are going to change… please? Let me go tell her… and Mom. Jeff…? I’ll ask her to make you a bottle of her milk while she’s still producing?” She arched an eyebrow and smiled her devastating smile. She knew she had me.
"I’ll agree to that… if I also get my fair share of yours when the time comes?" I countered. She laughed and nodded happily.
“God, I love you!” She declared to the world and presented her nipple to me. I accepted the swollen nub back into my mouth.
Jessica smiled at me as I continued to suckle her and I hoped her mothering instincts were going to be realised. She felt protective of me as I rested on her chest, still penetrating her, though only semi-erect now; her hand at the back of my head, keeping me in place as I lost myself with desire. Her cum-filled body heaved as I came back to the surface, licking her nipple gently. My wife, sister to my son and the future mother to my children. Strange, but beautiful. My cock grew slightly hard again at that thought and she felt it. The thought of a new child, my child, passing down my wife's birth canal, into the world. Her cries in pain as she pushed our baby from her body and into my arms. The thought of her full milk engorged dripping breasts, and empty womb, longing to be inseminated all over again, filled with another child as soon as possible. I was still inside her, and hardening for a second time.
It was now almost two in the morning. Jessica’s family were asleep downstairs. We hadn’t woken up Jacob with our intercourse, Joseph hadn’t woken him with his snoring. Rachel and Sophie were probably sleeping soundly too. Locked in an embrace with my redheaded wife, I couldn’t help myself; my penis was ripening within her vagina fairly rapidly, stretching her from the inside. My insistent cock nestled deeply, gaining length and thickness by the moment. I looked Jessica in the eye. Her eyes gazed back at mine and she smiled.
"Pull it out. I want to see it." She said writhing on the bed as I reluctantly pulled out of her while I was still hard. I watched some of my creamy white semen coating my cockhead smear across her vaginal lips as I exited her and it mesmerised me. A string of my baby batter joining me to her. “There's time for one more birthday present…” She whispered, “Spin around and get on top of me.” I did as she said, ending up with my legs on either side of her face, my balls directly above her waiting mouth and my head back down at her pussy.
The presentation of her vagina, her poting labia drooling my sperm, the deep pink inner depths of her vagina with gleaming white deposits of my unneeded semen, drew me to it like a moth to a flame. The angle of attack I now enjoyed allowed me to ease into my first cream pie eating. I started by licking the top of her slit around her clit hood. It was nice and juicy tasting. Jessica had my balls in her mouth and a finger beginning to work my ass giving me enough stimulation to finally go for a taste of that exposed semen. I ran my tongue from her clit out along her swollen pussy lip and down to the cum deposit. I licked at the spot quickly and took the small amount into my mouth. At the same time Jessica had moved her mouth to my semi-erect penis and was sucking off our mixed juices from it.
My cock was rapidly hardening as she licked my sticky member. I moved my mouth from her outer pussy lips down to her just fucked opening. Cum had yet to begin sliding back out of her but I could see how wet everything was and I was picking up a great smell of our sex mixed together. I began circling her hole with my tongue and then darted it in as deep as I could go. The little redhead moaned with her lips sealed around my penis and I knew I was headed for a second ejaculation sometime soon. I wriggled my tongue inside her and began swirling around, feeling the thick cum in her but not bringing any back to my mouth yet. It must have felt great for my wife because she sighed loudly, lifted her hips off the bed a little and pushed down with her vaginal muscles all at the same time. This released the pent up semen and it began flowing from her pussy and down her ass. I got a spoonful in my mouth and swallowed it down. Her pussy was now a sloppy mess so I just rolled with it. I pulled my tongue from her and used it to push a wad of warm cum up to her clit, quickly returning my mouth to the flowing cum. I then brought my fingers into play, using them to stimulate her now oversized clit while the sticky cream acted as a great lube.
Jessica was sucking hungrily on my cock, swirling her tongue around my head and then slipping it deeper to get her juices off of the base. She was pushing her hips towards my mouth pleading with me to continue cleaning her out. My fingers were now gliding around her clit, circling all over the top of her slit making her hum on my cock even more. While my tongue danced around inside her pussy she started on her second round of orgasms. She dug her heels into the bed, pushing her butt into the air trying to get me to penetrate her as deep as I could. From past experience I knew her clit would be too sensitive to continue playing with so I just pressed on the small button with a small amount of pressure. It was hard to keep my mouth locked on her opening as her hips were moving up and down and my face was gliding easily over our mixed juices. When her ass finally came to a rest on the bed my tongue slid out of her and the rest of my load came with it. I stared at her pussy for a long time, trying to lock the image of her splayed open vagina glistening with her own wetness and my white cum all over her thighs and lips.
"Mmmmm… this beautiful penis is where my baby is going to come from…” she breathed on my dick, “I must thank it properly…" Before I could object she grabbed the base of my cock and enclosed her mouth around the head. My wife began slurping earnestly. Letting me slide out of her mouth then back in. She took my cock and slapped it against her lips. She licked all four sides, each time starting at the base then ending at the tip. On her last lick she stopped at the top where my pre-cum was slowly oozing out. She ran her tongue over the head tasting me. She circled the head completely then moved down to the edge of the crown. She stopped when her saliva dribbled down my dick to my balls. I did all I could do not to cum in her face right then. My fingers were slowly circling her clit. Making her hips follow in my motion. I slipped a finger into her and pulled it out. It was sticky with her juice. Foreplay with Jess always got unbelievably wet; just like her mother, and two sisters. Jessica licked my sack, which sent a tingle up my spine. I spread her puffy labia with my fingers and continued doing with my tongue what my fingers had started. Jessica violently ground her quim into my face as my tongue snaked in between the folds of her pussy lips.
"Yes… fuck yes… shit… shiiiit!" She squealed as I licked, sucked and slurped as if my life depended on it. Jessica was so focused on what I was doing that she stopped sucking my cock and concentrated on her own impending orgasm. "Like that, oh shit just like that. Oh god yes, yes, yes. Fuck I'm gonna, I'm gonna… Aaaaaiiiiieee!" Her hips bucked up and down on my face making my lips, chin and nose wet with her juices. I rolled out from under her and left her on the bed panting.
"Oh my god!” Jessica shivered, “Fucking hell! What you do to me!” She panted for a minute or two as my cock throbbed in front of her face, dripping pre-cum. “It’s your turn to cum now. Where do you want it to go? Tell me how you want me. I want to hear you say how you want to fuck me."
"Doggy style." I croaked. Jessica smiled her crooked smile, got up on all fours and moved to the edge of the bed.
"Take me, my pussy is yours. Fuck your baby into me."
She spread her legs and pushed her ass back towards me. I moved behind her, positioned my cock at the opening of her pussy and pushed in. I lined up the head with her entrance and marveled at the roundness and firmness of her ass. Jessica eagerly pushed herself back onto my dick while I was still admiring her beautiful body. I grabbed her hips and eased myself into her. I moved inside her easily, she was still wet. I could feel her pussy muscles clamp down on my cock as I slid in and out. Despite hours of sex her pussy was still extremely tight and hot.
"Nnnnnggghhh, I feel you all the way up in my stomach."
"Sorry, baby." I apologised.
"Don’t ever apologise! I love this position, it feels so good. We're breeding like animals…" She continued, "So deep… I love it!" Slowly she started to rock back and forth on my cock. Each time making it shine with her moistness. I spread her ass so I could get a better view of my cock each time it disappeared into her. I began to feel a little ashamed of myself as I plunged my cock over and over again into the little redhead's wanton hole. But still my hips would not listen to my head. I pushed on the small of her back pressing her further down onto the bed. Her ass was up in the air while her chest rested on the bed. I mercilessly began to ram my cock into her pussy. My balls were slapping against her pussy lips each time and the bed was beginning to gently creak under the strain of our copulation.
"Doggy style… Mom told me… this was how you got her pregnant…"
“Oh… shit… Yes!" I found myself grunting as I slowed my pace. "I remember…"
"Oh fuck. Fuuuck! You feel so good inside me. You're going to make me cum again. Don't stop. Oh please don't stop…"
I leaned forward, parted her red hair and kissed her neck longingly. She leaned back into me and I wrapped my arms around her, squeezing her tight, and nuzzling my face into her hair and neck. She felt a soft kiss on the side of her ear and shivered. We stayed like that in silence for while as I fucked her gently. She wiggled her hips a bit, settling into the new pace of our sexual intercourse, and felt my hardness gently move back and forth inside her. Jessica pushed back gently against it with every thrust. I kissed by her ear, sending another shiver down her spine, and she leaned back into me again, releasing my arms that held her against me. My hands slowly roamed over her stomach and sides, feeling her skin.
"You feel incredible," I whispered. "Absolutely perfect." My fingers traced her stomach and over her belly button, gently squeezed her flat tummy and I started to imagine how it would swell. I nuzzled into her neck and nibbled on her ear, very softly and slowly, but continualy steadily fucking my beautiful wife. Jessica's breathing was getting heavier, but my hands stayed on her belly for a moment, and then slowly slid up over her ribs and just below her bare breasts. "I want daughters," I whispered as I held a steady rhythm, gentle so as not to creak the bed, slow so as not to make a sound as our wet sexes mated together, "...who look just like you."
“Breed me…” she panted, “Impregnate me… put your baby girl inside me…”
Jessica's hands rested on the pillow in front of her, but danced around as she found the right angle for our procreation. I lifted my hands up and ever-so-gently brushed my palms over her nipples, moving up, giving her a moment, and then down again. She shivered and felt her face and chest grow even warmer, and her nipples hardened with arousal. I took my left hand and slowly cupped her right breast in it, just holding it, firmly but gently. My right hand wrapped around and stroked up and down her left breast, gently teasing around her nipple but not quite touching it. My fingers danced around her breast, stroking up to her collarbone and down again, tracing a line underneath the curve, and along the sides. Then I slowly cupped that breast with my hand and went to stroke and tease her left breast with my other hand.
"You’re so perfect. Are they sensitive?" I asked.
She nodded, a little vigorously, breathing heavily. She was right, all the females in her family loved to have their tits played with. She peeked her eyes open and looked down to see my hands, touching her breasts with lust. I felt a little lightheaded as her pussy was flooded with extra lubrication, like her nipples were attached to a tap. Her fertile vagina was certainly desperately wanting this, preparing itself for more vigorous sex but I continued my slow but steady assault. My hands cupped her breasts, and squeezed them gently. My fingers danced up to her nipples, jutting out; I softly brushed along their sides and teased the tips, making her start to shake. She made a funny sound in her throat, and her hands bunched the pillows up in her clenching fists. I took my hands and ran them down over her tummy again to give her a second, and then back up and over nipples with my palms; then I caressed them, again and again, while I whispered how beautiful she was into her neck. Her breathing got even deeper and more heavy. I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed her tight as her pussy began to flutter.
I knew this was it. I began to fuck my wife harder, faster, the bed springs beginning to quietly squeak, my wet balls slapping gently between her thights. My hands concentrated on the soft flesh of her sensitive tits, teasing her perky nipples with my fingertips. I could feel my cock bottom out against her cervix each time I pounded into her. I was driving into her hard and fast, impaling her deeply with my thrusting manhood. Her lips began to quiver. Her eyes lost their focus. Her feet were shaking uncontrollably. Jessica dug her fingers into the pillow and bit her lip. She lost all control when the orgasm ripped through her body. She stifled her scream as her head thrashed back and forth. I could feel another orgasm churning in my balls. Watching the beautiful sex goddess squirming below me with an orgasm consuming her body added to my own need to release. My cock drove deep into her overheated pussy which gripped me tightly on each convulsion. I wasn't going to last much longer.
"Oh god... oh god... oh Jessica... I'm going to cum... almost there..."
I moved in long, deep strokes so as to prevent the bed creaking and the headboard banging, waking up her family to our reproductive sex. I drew my cock out as far as I could and then thrust back into her firmly. This stimulated me so intensely as I felt my wife's outer labia caress, cling to, and hug my wet cock. At this moment, nothing could compare with the feeling of my long, thick cock moving and sliding in and out of her body. I was ready to release another load of my potent cum, every sperm primed with a singular purpose… destined for her womb. Her waiting womb. Her egg releasing from her ovary and readying itself to be fertilised. The orgasm started in the base of my dick. I could feel it as it climbed up the entire length of my manhood. My wife's pussy was squishing each time I pumped my cock into her, which only added to my excitement.
"I'm going to cum inside you, Jessica.” It was more of a statement than anything else.
"Yes! Do it! Cum inside me. Fill me with your sperm!"
I began to shake as my wife quivered beneath me, bent over, her ass in the air, my cock in her pussy, my hands squeezing her tits. I pushed one last time then felt my muscles tense. My balls began to spasm, sending my sperm rich semen straight up through my urethra with hard pressure, giving my wife a direct shot to the cervix of thick heavy seed. I held still as I pulsed and twitched with insane pleasure. It felt more intense in this position, animalistic as she had said, and I knew there was no way I could hold back. Jessica knew it as well. She turned her head and looked back at me with her big green eyes and smiled. Every ounce of energy in my body rushed to my groin. My testicles let go, shrinking rapidly as they forced hot creamy seed up my shaft. My head started spinning and my mind went blank. I felt the hot liquid surge through my expanding manhood. The milky essence of my being blasted into Jessica's tight pussy in a long and steady stream of release. I let out a loud groan.
I continued to pump rope after rope of hot creamy seed into Jessica's welcoming vagina. She helped to milk it from me with her fluttering vaginal muscles as her own orgasm sent tremours through our joined sexes and sucked on my spewing manhood. I was weak and wobbly in the knees when I finally finished. My balls completely evacuated now; their contents all in the vessel of Jessica's body. She received every single sperm. Millions and millions of opportunities for her to conceive our child. We remained coupled, her on all fours, me impaled inside her. Both panting, catching our breaths. I put my hands on her hips, squeezed her briefly, and then gently pushed her up to stand and turned around slowly to face me. I smiled at her, ran my hands around her sides and leaned forward to kiss her on the belly.
"You're the most beautiful person in the world, you know," I whispered, looking up at her as she put her own slender hand onto her tummy, just above her womb, as if sensing a joining of our DNA inside. Now time would only tell. We slumped onto our bed, our limbs entwined. My penis still inside her vagina, holding my cum inside. Jessica couldn't stop smiling. She was trembling with excitement about our inevitable future.
“I really need to tell my sister,” she said after a few minutes, “she must have heard us? I promised I would go to her. She's expecting me. Expecting news. I’ll tell her our plan…”
“Can’t it wait until the morning? I just want to hold you… fall asleep with you in my arms. I want you to tell her, Jessica, but it’s going to be difficult for her to hear. Is now the best time?”
"She deserves to know… she deserves the truth. She will need to understand and I think I can make this right for her. Yes, I want my sister to know. I need her to know. She is more resilient than you think, she's not like Ellen!” she spat out her name, even hating the way it sounded on her lips, “Rachel and I share everything. Let me share this with my twin sister… our news… on your birthday and on the most special night of my life?”
I sighed, could I really say no to this beautiful young woman who had changed my life so much with her love? I nodded and smiled.
“Thank you! I will keep your seed inside me all night and all day tomorrow… it's only going in one direction… to my ovaries!" Jessica was aching for the unlikely outcome. Her trembling pussy told me all I needed to know.
The aroma of our sexual union filled our bedroom, it was overwhelming. We kissed, and I withdrew from her body slowly and sadly, so as not to disturb my double gift to her. I kissed my pretty little wife, now suddenly a mature woman, on the forehead. Jessica lay there, still face down on the bed, still trying to catch her breath. Her legs were still sprawled open wide showing her gaping pussy with my cum desperately trying to seep out down the crack of her ass. I watched my creamy white spunk begin to ooze from her pussy as she deliberately contracted muscles deep inside to hold it in. Next she rolled to the edge of the bed and stood up on unsteady feet.
“Rachel's going to want to see this,” she whispered, crossing her legs like a little girl desperate for the toilet, “Thank you for letting me talk to her. Rachel loves you and everything that comes from you. She will love our baby too. Don't underestimate her. Don't think she's anything like that psycho bitch older sister of mine!” She said as she put on a bathrobe. She reached for the door, taking the doorknob, her bare breasts peeking out as she moved, and pulled the door a bit, peeking down the stairs to make sure no one was there.
"I understand. Tell her I’m sorry," I smiled at her. "Goodnight my princess. I love you so much."
"You better get some sleep. Goodnight, I love you too. See you in the morning."
"My beautiful baby girl…"
“I want to give you a baby girl…”
“I will love her as much as I love you. Now go.”
She winked and blew me a kiss. I smiled, gave her a little wave, and walked out the door, my eyes lingering on her open robe. She poked her head around her door frame one more time and when she was convinced the coast was clear she practically ran for her sister's bedroom, her hand holding her vulva, a smile on her face. I got up from our love nest and closed the bedroom door before throwing myself back on my bed, feeling the exhaustion creeping up on me.
I thought about my wife's cum filled pussy. Very soon a single sperm from the millions I sent into her would outswim all the others as it follows nature's planned design. One energetic young seedling will seek out and finally find the cherished prize laying in wait for it: a ripe, fertile ovum released by Jessica's ovaries, pulsing with the irresistible female pull of her estrous. Tiny and flailing, my potent bundle of protein and my DNA would eagerly attach to the surface of my wife’s egg, feasting on the delicious, yet strangely familiar gelatinous layer of her egg's coating. Soon my spermatozoa, sown in the primal, lustful plowing of my beautiful redhead’s fertile womb, would burrow itself in her egg. Then as soon as the head of that lucky sperm reached the ripened core of Jessica's ovum, nothing would be able to stop the magic of nature's design taking its course. Our genes bound irrevocably together, mingling and mixing in a consanguine concoction of twenty-three chromosomes from Jessica and twenty-three from me. Thus finally united, the fruit that stemmed from the reproductive sex of a husband and his wife, our lust and love, would now steadily grow and ripen into new life inside Jessica’s womb. Perhaps Jacob would have a sibling… and this one wouldn't need to be quite so secret.
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I woke up with a start. The bed was still empty but it felt like a lot of time had passed. I felt different. I felt lighter. With the pressure of trying to appease more than one woman removed… I felt like a new man. A married man with a clearly defined future. I was dazed, still tired, my mind a blur. My heart was pounding in my chest, my stomach filled with butterflies. I sat up against the pillows for a minute, trying to gather my composure and process the event that had just occurred then I sank back beneath the duvet and listened intently for any noise from the house. Then I heard it, the familiar click of the door opening and closing. Jessica crept back into our bedroom as I looked at my watch.
"Is she okay? It's after 4am..." I mumbled in a semi-conscious state as I watched my naked wife approach, illuminated by the first rays of the sun.
"Uh... yes you know us girls… I showed her the cream pie you gave me and we ended up talking… just about stuff. Choosing baby names.”
“I forgot to thank you so much for my wonderful birthday party," I said, kissing my wife on the head as she climbed into bed.
"Oh happy birthday, it was our pleasure, Rachel organised most of it you know. Make sure you thank her. She did all the family invites; half of the cooking. She's a talented girl. She'll make a good housewife and a brilliant mother, don't you think?"
Yes, I thought. A wonderful mother. I would need to be careful now. She liked to share everything with her sister. If my wife and I were having baby making sex then she would want that too. But, now things were different. Jessica had hopefully informed her that for the time being, anything we did together would be with protection. As I felt Jess snuggle against me I wondered if I had done the wrong thing. Neither twin had become pregnant and Rachel hadn't been on birth control for over a year!
"You're so right Jessica. I am so proud of her. I hope she can understand that this… it's just for us now… We might be ready to start a family, but we aren't ready to have you both falling pregnant at the same time." I laughed nervously.
Jessica laughed too and her beautiful green eyes shone in the dim light. I wanted to ask her about Rachel and how she took the news. I could only guess as to how her twin sister reacted when she told her what had occurred tonight. Would she agree to give us time? How would she feel about her identical twin bearing my children if she was denied the same treatment? My mental focus remained solidly on my wife next to me, her womb full of my seed, the bets were on as to whether she would be impregnated tonight. I imagined her pussy leaking onto her sheets as she slept and her carrying my creamy mess inside her all day. My body shivered as I remembered the feeling when my cockhead pushed into her wet opening. The feeling when her labia stretched so widely, to tightly and snugly accommodate my thickness. I could somehow still hear the squelching sound of her already full pussy as I made love to her firmly and purposefully that second time. I began contemplating a life without Rachel, Sophie, Joseph and Jacob. Making a home and a nest with my wife and our growing family. Would we have twins? I couldn't really afford that outcome! At least not yet.
I thought about how her body would change if we had been successful; her breasts would grow like her mothers, leaking their milk so teasingly. I imagined her carrying twins, triplets, being so big she couldn't move. It all excited my fantastical sleep befuddled mind. But I was going to be okay with it all… with just one woman in my life, at least while we tried, I could make the preparations. I could find a house… or build a house! I could design my own dream home and we would make it work just like every mommy and daddy since the dawn of time. I felt the stress drain from me as I contemplated a new beginning. I kissed my wife goodnight and turned over to sleep.
I would drop off in no time, having had two huge orgasms earlier, both of which resided firmly inside Jessica's body. The thought of that brought one last smile onto my face… Jessica, however, didn't go back to sleep so easily. She seemed restless, like she wanted something but didn't know how to ask for it. It had been a long and taxing day, so she should have been out like a light. I cuddled in behind her, spooning her, placing one hand on her abdomen where our child would form, the other on her breasts, trying to soothe her. We both lay awake like that, in thought, for a while, before eventually slipping into a happy sleep. Two souls becoming one.
The morning inevitably came and my pretty little wife was still asleep when I opened my eyes. It was Saturday, we could afford to have a lazy morning. She smiled and I felt her stretch like a cat while still in my embrace, waking up with her as I always wanted. But… I needed a shower. I smelled the air and remembered. It was like sleep had taken it all away, and the daylight had brought it all back. My wife and I had taken an important step in our relationship. She was breathing deeply causing her chest to raise and fall as she inhaled and exhaled making a soft snoring sound. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was a fair skinned freckle faced beauty. Her long thick copper coloured hair was splayed out on the pillow around her face. Her eye makeup was smudged over her eyes and on her cheeks making her look a little like a raccoon.
As I admired her, I realised how lucky I was. She was all mine, beautiful in a very feminine sort of way. Her smallish breasts were pert and perfectly formed. A faint smile crossed Jessica’s lips as she stretched again, tilting herself towards me as she changed positions, reaching out for her body, barely believing how lovely she looked in the early morning light. I relaxed back onto our bed beside her and closed my eyes, remembering… remembering the sounds of our love-making, the words of love she whispered in my ears. Her pretty voice letting me know she was cumming, and cumming, and cumming, even as I floated between sleep and that sweet post-orgasm haze. But suddenly something brought me back to the present, back to the here and now, with my young wife lying beside me.
I couldn't quite work out what felt different and my thoughts swam up to me through the early glimmers of understanding. It was dawn. No. It was well after dawn. The shaft of sunlight coming between the drapes was hot. My eyes were opened to the truth… I was twenty-one, an adult… and I felt like this was going to be the first day of the next chapter of my life. I truly believed that Jessica had conceived as we slept. I had become something more; a family man, like my father before me. I reached out for my wife’s hand as I always did when I woke up with her. I found her little fingers beside her thigh. She was flat on her back. I meshed my fingers in hers. I still stared straight up, smiling like a Cheshire cat.
"Are you awake?" I knew she was, but...
She answered with just a soft squeeze.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Oh yes… better than okay."
I rolled onto my side, happy to find her more in the middle of the bed, more toward my side with a wide-open area on her other side. We often slept like this though, as she liked to snuggle up against me. I kissed her, right on the lips. Her kiss back was gentle and sweet. My hand idly skimmed down her chest. I loved the shape of her little titties. The tips were already hard and I was happy but not surprised to feel her responding that quickly.
I raised up on my other elbow to get a better viewing angle at the pink nub of her breast scissored firmly between my finger knuckles. From that height, I could look down, following the contours of her body. I could see that the sheet and duvet only covered one leg as well. Her shapely thigh, her taut skin stretched across her hip bone, and her creamy flat tummy were all exposed, but of course my gaze was drawn to the magic triangle between my wife's gorgeous legs.
She had a very pretty pussy, and this early morning her lips down there were ever so slightly swollen with arousal. A hint of dampness glistened there already, from my caressing her breast, I guessed. My fingers swept toward those luscious peach-pink lips, but she exhaled when I rubbed across them. She looked like a woman this morning, no longer a teenage girl. I imagined what might be going on in her womb and smiled. I couldn't take my eyes off her pussy, there was no trace of our combined juices now but I was completely mesmerized by the way her smooth thighs brushed against each other and my penis began to swell. Jessica stretched out onto her side beside me. She bent her arm and was resting her chin in her hand as she bowed out her upper leg until her knee was lightly touching the side of my thigh.
She casually put her other hand on my knee and slowly ran it upward over my thigh as she said, in a deep sultry sounding voice, "You know, we should probably do it again… just to make sure?" She was grinning at me as she leaned over and stuck the tip of her tongue inside my ear and swirled it around sending wicked shivers of pleasure and passion up and down my spine. Then she blew in my ear as she asked in a very slutty sounding voice, "What do you think?"
I didn't bother to answer her. Instead I rolled over on my side facing her and put my arm over her waist and grabbed the soft spongy cheek of her ass and pulled her firmly against me. Our body's instinctively molded together. As I nipped her ear lobe and kneaded the cheek of her ass, Jessica was already beginning to rock her hips back and forth in the innate fucking motion and she was starting to breath heavily. I kissed the side of her neck and Jessica cooed softly, "Oh, oh, oh…" as she gently pivoted her hips back and forth against mine.
When I nipped the soft flesh between her neck and shoulders and started sucking on it she went nuts. While I continued sucking on her neck and kneading the soft rubbery cheek of her ass, Jessica began gently humping herself back and forth against me. She finally lifted her leg over my hip and wrapped it around the back of my thigh. As she struggled to pull me over on top of her she sighed, "I can't wait any longer. I want to fuck you."
I sighed happily and rolled over on top of her, sliding between her legs. I lifted myself up with my arms and bent my head down over her chest and began licking around her areolas and flicking the tip of my tongue back and forth across her taut nipples. When I nipped the tip of her hardened nipple between my teeth and gently began nibbling on it, she started squirming around under me moaning, "You know how much I love that… Oh, fuck, Oh, yes, you're driving me crazy."
Then Jessica pushed my manhood between her thighs and rubbed it up and down over the length of her pussy as she said in her husky lust choked voice, "Mmmm… this feels so different… I must be ovulating! I'm so fucking horny I can't stand it any longer. I need you in me… now," she gasped, then she lifted her hips and wiggled around as she guided the head of my fuck tool against the snug opening of her vagina. When she got it in place, she whispered, "Please?"
“Third time's a charm,” I laughed and she smiled her heart stopping smile.
As I started to press my groin to hers and, like before, she raised her hips, taking me deeper and deeper into her unbelievably soft and snug pussy. As my cock was sliding into her, she began rolling her head from side to side muttering, "Oh, yes… I need this… I will always want this…"
"Fucking hell, Jessica," I groaned in disbelief, then I sighed, "you're still as tight as a virgin… even after last night's sex!"
Jessaca's eyes were half closed and she was breathing through her mouth as she asked, sounding quite pleased with herself. "I hope I never ever disappoint you."
"You never do…"
"It won't always be like this… and I'll still make mistakes… unforgivable mistakes… I hope, even when I've made you doubt me… that you'll forgive me… forgive us all… when we let you down. I just want to be part of you."
I didn't know how to answer her so I said honestly, "Jessica, my cock feels like it is part of you. Like it belongs in you."
"It does. I was created for you… we both were…" she cooed, as she shifted my length inside her. "Now fuck your baby into me."
I slowly began lifting my hips, withdrawing myself from her and gently easing myself back inside. After a few strokes, Jessica lifted her knees up by my sides and wrapped her arms around my neck and began making, mmm, mmm, mmm sounds every time I pushed and pulled myself in and out of her soft, warm vagina. I sank in without much resistance and when I bottomed out, her muscles clamped down like a wet vice on my cock. I groaned at the incredible feeling of her snug grip holding my throbbing member. She had taken all eight inches of my thick cock and was tugging and pulling at it with her talented vaginal muscles. I hadn't even thrust once, except that initial penetration, and I was feeling as if I would cum any moment as her muscles rippled around my stiff manhood. Jessica's legs clamped tighter around me, her heels digging into my ass. At the same time the hot vice tightened on my cock making me gasp. She was watching my expression with a mischievous smile, then she got a look of intense concentration. Starting at the base of my cock, her muscles undulated up the length of my shaft to the very tip. It was like a blow job and a hand job wrapped in a warm wet velvety blanket. As soon as the sensation reached the head of my cock it began again at the base. It was incredible.
I knew Jessica was on the verge of cumming because I could feel her getting wetter and wetter and she was moaning louder and louder as I drove my penis in and out of her clinging vagina. She began jerking her hips up with each of my downward thrusts forcing me deeper into the depths of her sex. Her pussy seemed to be gripping my dick tighter and tighter with each and every one of my downward thrusts. It felt like she was trying to hold me inside her with her pussy muscles as her head rolled from side to side with her mouth open gasping for breath. Her red hair was cascading over the pillow. Her green eyes rolled back into her head. Then her body started jerking and twitching under mine. Before I realised what was happening, she arched her back up as her body started to tremble. Then she went totally berserk and began digging her fingertips into my back. As she cried out at the top of her lungs, "Fuuuck… Fuuuuuuuuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm going to fucking cum!"
Suddenly Jessica pushed her feet into the bed lifting her hips higher driving my dick deeper in the depths of her womanhood. My wife's pussy muscles began contracting and releasing my penis milking it as she continued to rake my shoulders with her fingertips. Her legs suddenly opened wide and my hips took over as if they had a mind of their own, savagely driving my throbbing cock into her spasming pussy over and over. She was screaming, I was grunting and the sound of wet flesh slapping together filled the air. It sounded like a cheap horror flick or porno was being filmed in our bedroom. I felt her slippery pussy grip tightly onto my cock, her muscles pulsing along my shaft as she was about to explode. My little redhead moaned incoherently as her body shook violently. I felt her warm pussy juices gushing over my balls as she continued to climax. Her slick pussy was still gripping my shaft tightly as I was deep inside her, but her orgasm was forcing me out of her.
After she squirted a couple of times, the pressure squeezed my cock from her vice like sheath, and she continued to squirt hard onto my stiff cock. Splash after splash of her warm girl-cum coated my cock and balls, as well as landing on the duvet. She was mewing like a kitten when I began to gently stroke her clit, keeping on edge. After what must have been eight or nine squirts, she finally collapsed backwards onto the bed, breathing raggedly. She could barely speak, gripping my arms almost painfully for support as she slowly came down from her orgasmic high. My cock was rock hard and throbbing; slick and glistening with my lover's pussy juices. She started giggling and I did too. I hugged her hot slender body close and it felt like the most intimate of moments.
"Snuggle with me now, Stud," she moaned with quiet desire, first sitting and then melting into me. Our legs entwined, hands eagerly exploring, and necking like hot blooded teenagers. After several minutes she got serious again and nuzzled her pussy against my cock, her labia parting like curtains and her wet vagina welcoming me back inside.
I whispered, “You feel so hot…" Almost without thought I began to position myself for a more intimate connection.
Jessica began to adjust herself to encourage me, but stopped. She sighed sweetly, squirmed a little and kissed my cheek, "Are you ready to cum inside me?" Her breath was warm on my lips. "It's your turn, birthday boy. Thank you for loving me and giving me… your baby. It's going to change everything about the rest of our lives. You complete me, Jeff. You make my life wonderful. The moment we met was wonderful… How we beat the odds… overcame the obstacles… the first time we had sex… the first time you came inside me. Did you feel how hard I came? It was mind blowing. You took me like a lover should. I knew what my sisters thought of you and how my Mom was having an affair with you… but you made room for me… after everything we did." As she spoke I was doing my best to concentrate on her words but she was being very distracting. Her pussy was kneading my cock like it had last night, just not as intensely. It may have been an involuntary thing she does when she's nervous or her pussy just works like that when a cock is inside... Either way it was incredible. "I want to remember this for the rest of my life. It will help cover the guilt. I want to thank your Mom and Dad, my parents and both my sisters for this because I'm sure they have no idea how much it means to me. I only hope they will understand and forgive me."
I could see her beautiful green eyes now brimming with tears and I didn't want her to feel bad. “Hush, Jessica, there's nothing to forgive. They will be fine. We will make a home, have our own family and your family will understand.” We had accepted and had dealt with our guilt before we were married and we took this step forward together, knowing the consequences for us. I had to shift her focus fast. I rocked my hips upward making her gasp. "If your pussy keeps pulling on my cock like that I’ll cum," I stated as straight faced as I could manage.
She laughed then pressed her lips to mine and we kissed. She rolled to her right, urging me to follow. Once on her back she lifted her ass so I could put a pillow under her hips. My arms went behind her knees as I positioned my cock at her eagerly waiting wet hole. I sank into her like a hot knife in warm butter; we both moaned and I leaned in to kiss her again. I withdrew my dripping cock from her honey pot, letting the tip hover at her clenching entrance. I looked into her eyes, now nose to nose with her, waiting for her to tell me she wanted it. Jessica's eyes had a yearning look for me to proceed and I could feel her pussy grasping at the head of my cock, trying to pull it in and devour me.
"I want you inside me… I want your baby inside me," she begged, "Give me your cum… Please give it to me… make me pregnant."
"Anything for my wife."
We began our lover's dance, getting faster and faster with the beats of our hearts. Each time our bodies crashed together she let out a delighted groan. Again and again I drove into her spasming vagina, making wet squishing sounds and loud claps of colliding flesh. My wife's warm wet sex, sucking at my pistoning cock was quickly drawing me closer to orgasm. I could tell she was with me, together racing for the finish line. I thrust in and held myself deep in her pussy. My heart was racing as I teetered on the edge of release but I was going to let her do it. Let her yank me past the point of no return. Giving her that little bit of control in hopes it would make the experience that much better for her. We were staring at each other, panting from arousal and exertion.
Without warning she pulled me in tight with her legs, locking me to her with a steel grip and arched her back, supporting her weight on her shoulders and the ankles that dug into my back. She thrust her groin fully onto my engorged cock and sank the last inch and a bit into her tight vagina. Her back arched more as a massive orgasm overtook her and she took her full weight onto her neck. I held still, her athletic legs locking our sex organs together, my cock now fully embedded in her spasming pussy.
"ARRGGGHHHHH!" she wailed, shuddering. Her breasts swollen and distended nipples poked up a clear half inch. She started to grind her hips in an up and down motion as her orgasm continued and I could feel the end of her pussy contracting strongly around my glans, threatening to send me over the top. "OH FUCK!" she wailed and suddenly collapsed, my cock half pulling out of her spasming pussy.
I placed a leg on my chest and a hand on the bed frame for better leverage. With my free hand I reached around and grasped a breast, kneading it, feeling the nipple hard in my palm. She arched her back, tilting her hips upwards causing my cock to run hard against the back wall of her slick vagina. The long braid of her red hair fell to one side as she craned her neck back, grunting with each of my strokes. I plunged hard into her willing box. Her post-orgasmic pussy was incredibly wet and tight around my shaft and as I bumped up against the end of her pussy, I felt the head of my cock expand and my shaft thicken…
"Jessica!"
The sensation of my glans stretching tighter against her depths sent me over the edge. My balls pulled up and I gripped her breast tightly as my shaft started to throb and the muscles deep in my groin pulsed as they forced my fluids up into my penis. That determined look of concentration appeared on her face as I felt the velvet vice clamp onto my cock, making me gasp. Her muscles rippled down my length in waves. It took maybe a half dozen of those silky contractions before I could hold out no longer. With an inhuman grunt my body went stiff, sending the first of many ropes of hot cum splashing against her womb. I couldn't hold still and since I had her leg folded to my chest, I resumed pounding her with my spitting member. The combination of my powerful ejaculation and my relentless thrusts sent my wife spiraling off into an orgasmic sea of pleasure. I gave one last thrust embedding myself deep into the redhead's pussy and shot huge jets of sperm directly onto her cervix. Stars shone in my head and it felt like my skull would explode with the intensity and I pulsed my seed into her throbbing fertile body. I'm not sure how many shots I fired into her but even after I had finished I was still hammering away. I didn't want the feelings to end and I was keeping my wife riding high on waves of ecstasy. But no matter how good it felt, my body began to betray me. My cock was losing its strength as were the muscles driving my hips into hers. I had to stop, rolling off her in a sweaty heaving mass. My wife's hand was on her clit, frantically fanning across her erect bud. She was trying to squeeze the last ounce of pleasure from her rapidly fading orgasm, forcing her cervix to dip into the pool of semen in the depths of her uterus, sucking my sperm into her fertile womb.
In the end, we both lay there panting; our bodies gleaming with perspiration and other fluids. Several minutes passed before either of us could speak, gulping air was more important than conversation. When we finally did say something it was as if we were reading the other's mind.
"HOLY SHIT!" we exclaimed in unison then laughed hysterically after. It took us several more minutes to control the laughter because a simple look or silly face would set us both off again.
We did eventually regain some semblance of composure and my wife took my hand in hers and just held it. She needed the contact, a connection in the aftermath of our latest encounter. It was truly epic. My balls ached as if they'd been drained by a sexual vampire. I hoped I'd have something left for the rest of the weekend because at this rate I'd be shooting dust by the end of the day. I held still, panting in her ear. The pretty redhead released my hand and cuddled up to my side. Her hand caressed my chest and she threw a leg over both of mine. I enjoyed relaxing like this after sex, it was calming.
"Fuck that was good!" I whispered.
She turned her head and kissed me deeply. My softening cock twitched and I felt more cum push out into her pussy.
"I can feel your cum inside me," she said. "It's so hot… your sperm… wriggling into my womb. It's all tingly!"
We kissed again for a few minutes whilst we enjoyed the aftermath of our coupling, sex organs melded together. I pushed back up off the bed and my semi turgid member slipped out of Jessica with a slight pop. She was still so tight. Semen flooded out and ran down her slit and over her clit. She reached a hand underneath and caught it in her palm. "I need this stuff to stay inside me," she giggled.
My wife looked so hot with her legs wide, examining her sex. I was entranced by the redheads drooling pussy, there was just too much for her quim to contain, my thick white goo seeped from between her labia. I shuffled up to the bed and lay with her, wrapping my arms around her, nestled in one another's embrace. Jessica's head lay on top of my chest and with my arm around her neck, I stroked her upper arm as we basked in the ambiance of our post-coital bliss.
“I really do love you, you know that right?” She whispered.
"I know. As long as I've got you, that's all I'll ever need."
I watched as my naked wife blushed with the compliment. Moments went by as we enjoyed each other's warmth and company in silence. Then the bedroom door burst open and another flame haired girl stormed into the room. Jessica’s twin sister. I suppose it was to be expected, we hadn't been that discreet. There was no hiding the fact that we had just had sex and the twin looked around and made a face and said sarcastically, "What have you both been up to?"
As soon as the door banged open Jessica rolled off me, jumped off the edge of the bed and was on her feet yelling angrily, "This was our special time! How many times do I have to tell you to knock before you come into the room when the door is closed?" Rachel just seemed to be dumbfounded, and just stood there with her mouth hanging open as her sister continued her verbal assault on her and said, "I don't go barging in when you're having sex do I?"
Jessica looked angry, primal, like she was trying to defend me from another female in heat. She probably was. I don't think I had ever witnessed her having any crossed words with her twin and it shocked me. But Rachel still stood at the door, dressed in only a white bathrobe, and took it all in her stride. Her face even broke into a smile. Jessica, still completely naked and glowing in the after effects of our procreation, approached her sister. As she walked there was so much cum in her pussy that it dripped and splattered to the floor. Rachel just stared at the sticky aftermath between her sister's thighs and shook her head with a smirk on her face, not rising to her twin sister's fury… which seemed to take the sting out of it. She stood before her sister for a good half minute, I couldn't see her face but could see my semen dripping down her legs and onto the bedroom floor.
Rachel looked in my direction as she said with a sigh, "She didn't tell you did she?”
“Tell me what?”
She looked at her sister and in a firm tone scolded her saying, "We weren't going to hide this from him! Not anymore, that was the deal…"
“You know he would have said no…”
“What have you done?” There was a hint of regret in her voice as she spoke as she stepped tentatively towards us. Her bathrobe hanging dangerously open...
…the bathrobe Jessica was wearing when she left to talk to her sister after we… shit!
“Wait… you… you…”
“We swapped places again,” said the real Jessica as she stood beside her doppleganger.
“Oh fuck!” was all I could say as my eyes followed the trail of cum leading to where Rachel was standing. “But… I came inside her.”
For some reason this made Jessica smile, “No shit! And we ovulate at the same time,” she chuckled looking at the sticky mess we made.
This in turn made Rachel chuckle. Then Jessica laughed. And she couldn’t stop laughing. I remember thinking at first how insensitive she was being by laughing. I was speechless and didn’t know what to say. But after a few seconds… the absurdity of it all, just watching the twin sisters laugh at the situation they had created… Their mirth at my expense… Trying unsuccessfully to control themselves… it got to me. At first I was paralyzed. I thought I was having a stroke. They were too involved in their shared laughter to notice me beginning to panic. When I started to shake, the twin in the bathrobe noticed me and rushed over to the bed.
"Oh my God...! No. NO! Jeff, let me explain..." The real Jessica shrieked, trying to pull herself together.
"You have nothing to say to me!" I said, with all the venom I could muster. "You lied to me. You both deceived me… AGAIN! I worship the ground you walk on and this is how you repay me? I don’t believe it…" My anger seemed to keep my panic attack at bay as I scrambled up from the bed, spinning her around and forcing her to look at me.
"Look at me! What do you see? Do you see someone you can walk all over? Someone who will forgive you and keep on forgiving you forever? We’re married! Both of us, sharing a dream, making compromises for each other… meeting each other half way… but EVERYTHING is always on YOUR terms. You’re looking into the eyes of a dead man. You’ve both just killed my heart and soul." At that, she let out an agonizing cry.
"No... No... I..."
"Don't try to talk your way out of this. I can’t deal with your lies anymore. Ellen warned me about you both. You both told me you would do anything for each other… I didn’t realise that meant you were happy to put our marriage at risk and hurt me, just to appease her. You always put her first and you’re quite happy to put everything we’re trying to make together on the line, just for her! Do I mean NOTHING to you?"
Jessica looked terrified. She tried to speak, but no words came out. All the time I was berating my wife, Rachel just stood there looking just as distraught, my semen still trickling down her leg. They stood there frozen. Neither twin knew what to say.
I turned to Rachel. "And you, you piece of shit. You took something precious from me meant for your sister!"
That riled Rachel, her expression becoming angry, "I took what was mine and you definitely enjoyed yourself! Fucking hell! Just calm down, Jeff! You’re not thinking straight. I can explain but I shouldn’t have to. You’re not so innocent yourself! You fucked our mother, with our fathers permission. You even gave her a baby! How is any of that different from what we’ve done?" She growled at me. "You knew what you were getting into when you married my sister! This is who we are and this is what we do and you know it!"
"Fuck you, Rachel. It’s nothing like how it was with your Mom! You even said it yourself! Your dad knew about it! He wanted it, he gave me his blessing! I told Jessica to tell you that for the time being we would concentrate on starting a family and that we would need to use protection," I yelled, "Somehow she twisted it to mean the opposite. This is on her, and you! You came in here and PRETENDED to be her because ‘you knew I would say no’. I did say no! You’re right though; liars… that’s who you are! That’s what you are. It’s what you’ve always been and I do know it, I just refused to believe it. You’ve fooled me for years. I won’t get fooled again."
I allowed my anger to dull the pain as I looked at the woman I would have gladly given my life for. We both knew that what she had done was unforgivable. There could be no excuses or forgiveness. Perhaps our life together was over? I needed leave before I said or did something I would regret. Jessica appeared to be in shock. Her lips moved, but no words came out. She took a step towards me, that turned into a run, her arms outstretched but at the last minute I stepped aside and she tumbled onto the bed.
"I can’t, Jess. I can’t be with you right now… neither of you. You promised me… I gave you what you wanted and you betrayed me, again. How can I ever really trust you after this? Why did I ever trust you? You’ve both been playing me since the day we met." Then she slumped onto the bed crying with her hands on her face. I could feel no pity for her. The love I had for her was compressed somewhere in the back of my mind.
Somewhere downstairs, Jacob began to cry. "You’ve woken everyone up! I’ll let you tell your parents what has happened. I won’t. What would be the point? You’d both probably make up some shit anyway just to protect yourselves. I don’t care. I’m leaving." With that I began to grab bundles of my clothes from the wardrobe and started packing a large sports holdall.
"What? No!" Jessica said, coming to her senses, "What are you doing? Where are you going? Where will you go?" Jessica sobbed.
"Home!" I shouted, throwing the last garments into the bag.
"But this is your home…" Jess whimpered as Rachel quickly covered her nakedness in my own bathrobe.
"Not any more, it isn't." I pulled on some loose jeans and a t-shirt as Rachel jumped onto the bed and the twins hugged each other, seeking comfort. They genuinely didn’t see this outcome to their manipulations. They both looked genuinely surprised that I was prepared to walk out over this. I had been used. Humiliated. Deliberately deceived. I needed to get out. Hide. Think.
"Just stay away from me," I said as I grabbed the heavy bag and threw it over my shoulder. "I need time to work out what to do next."
"Jeff… no… don’t…"
I didn’t look back as I left the room.
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I stormed past Sophie on the stairs. I said nothing but she sensed something catastrophic must have occurred. Running after me, she desperately pleaded with me to talk with her as Joseph tried to appease my crying son on the sofa. He looked just as shocked as his daughters when I rushed towards the front door with my overstuffed holdall closely followed by his wife. I opened the door and stopped, fury overloading my thought processing. I turned towards them, fishing the front door key from my pocket.
"I won’t be needing this anymore." I said coldly and threw the key down onto the floor in front of them.
Then I turned and fled. Slamming the door behind me.
When I opened the door to my parents house next door I could hear a phone ringing. My Mom picked up, my dad greeted me in confusion.
"I need a place to stay," I said, calmly.
"Jeff… you’re welcome to stay… you will always have a place here," he said, looking at my Mom on the phone whose expression turned to horror as she listened to the news from whoever had the guts to make the call. "What’s happened?"
"Oh, you know, same old story; sex, lies and more lies. I’ve left Jessica."
I turned and marched up the stairs towards my own room leaving my parents in a panic behind me. I entered the old familiar space. Closed the door and fumbled for the lock I had fitted to keep Ellen out. I threw my bag of clothes over the chair, drew the curtains that overlooked the house next door and flung myself onto my bed.
I had no idea how long I lay there, mentally replaying the whole sordid encounter over and over. Why would she agree to let her sister steal our moment, a moment we had built on trust and understanding? I checked my phone and saw that I already had nearly a dozen messages from Jess, Rachel, Joseph and Sophie. Then I turned my phone off. The room became darker, like it had adapted itself to my mood, a summer storm was approaching. I longed to hear the howling of the wind and the cold rain attempt to drive itself into my darkness.
When the very worst thing that you never thought would happen does, how do you handle it? When your mind swirls, and your head aches, and all you can feel is your heart breaking, when all you can hear is the voice of your own insecurities whispering to you, how do you handle it? Lying on my bed, listening to the drops of rain splashing against the window, I wondered if I had any tears left to cry. It was the complete isolation of the moment that was really playing on my fears. The inevitable confrontation had arrived when I least expected it. Wasn't that the way those types of things always happened? Bad news only comes when you are at your happiest, when it’s least expected. Earth shattering news only when there was no hope that anyone could be able to help until the crisis had worked itself out in my head.
"We swapped places again..." Those words struck ice cold terror into my heart. Her promise to me sounded so hollow now. How could I have been so much of a fool as to have actually believed them. "I need time to work out what to do next…" my last words to her echoed around my head. I needed to try to find the person that I used to be. I loved her. I loved them both. How could they be so cruel and calculating? I would do anything for them… all of them… and they still took advantage of me, manipulating me to fulfil their own needs. I was just someone to be shared and used. I had sacrificed so much… given them so much… and it just wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. I only wanted what was the best for my wife… ‘us’. Trust was part of love, and the love was so strong, it meant so much… at least to me. I had given Jessica what she wanted and in return she had promised she would tell her sister. How was I to know they would conspire together to break our promise, betray my trust, and destroy our marriage. We had only been married for a month and it was already in tatters.
I knew that the thoughts I was having in my head weren't fair, I knew that I didn't know the whole story, no-one but them could possibly know the whole story. As I tried to think of what the future could possibly bring, a wave of pain washed over me, almost stealing my breath away. All I had ever wanted was for her to be happy. How could she believe that their conspiracy wouldn’t lead to my misery? They must have known that it was possible, actually, quite likely, that this was actually going to break me? I had spent so long convincing myself that I couldn't live without her, that she couldn't survive without me and that we were going to live happily ever after. But she only needed me as a means of making herself and her sister happy. Maybe Sophie and Molly’s seven year plan was actually always supposed to be my lifeline. They knew the inevitability of things. They saw what I couldn't see.
So… Maybe, for the whole time, the real problem was me? That without me complicating everything, they would be happier. They would take what they needed from me, as Ellen had done and then leave me. I was the real problem. Hadn't they been happy before they met me? Maybe I needed to be out of the picture, and everything would be perfect again. That was what I kept hearing in my head, and that was what kept my tears falling, burning my swollen eyes, making my head pound even more. How much of it was true, though? How many of the problems were because of me? How much happier would they be if I just disappeared?
But no… We were married and making plans for our future together. Jessica had stopped talking about how she wanted to stay with her family, she had started talking about finding a place of our own, to be out and free, and to raise a family with me. If I closed my eyes, I could almost see the little house that she had described. She loved me, didn't she? Hadn't she said that so very often? So how could this happen?
The wind picked up and started to drive the rain hard into the window. I had been betrayed. I was destined to love her and always destined to be betrayed. A dark fear crept into my head, chilling me so that I suddenly felt as cold and dead as a corpse. I wrapped myself in my blanket but I just couldn't seem to get warm. All I felt was the grim realisation that it was too late. I’d never get the chance to heal from my trauma, nor bring any of my dreams and aspirations to fruition. I genuinely felt like the only option I had… was to kill myself. I had fought tooth and nail to escape the depression caused by my abusers and I survived in spite of the trauma. But I had only escaped to a world that was coming to an end. Fighting on, trying to make sense of it all didn’t feel like it wasn’t even worth it. All the hard work, all the promises, my marriage vows… What was it all for? I was a survivor but now… now I wished that I hadn’t. It had all been a meaningless waste.
We could talk. Sophie could mediate. We could try to work things out... But no, that would mean that she was capable of making concessions. That would mean that there would be give and take, that a negotiation had been enacted, and that to "work things out" meant that things were going to change. The price I would have to pay, and I knew it, was a life of servitude to their demands… or to remove myself out of the picture completely. Shivering and shaking, huddled beneath the blanket as the wind shrieked its fury at me. The world seemed to be rejecting me. My heart was broken. My mind was a mess. I had lived out the life of our relationship so far in the shadows, the world couldn’t know how fucked up everything was. God help me, I would take whatever she had to offer, because I knew that I wasn't strong enough to just walk away. Jessica meant too much to me. I loved her too much to not have some little part of her, no matter how small. I had absolutely no self-respect where this was concerned. I had become too enmeshed in the fabric of their lives for me to be able to imagine what life would be like without her. Without them.
So perhaps the answer was no life?
Through the waves of despair I felt another emotion beginning to appear. They had so much of me, how could they be so selfish as to take away the small bits of my life that I had been allowed? And how could I allow that to happen? How much had I meant to her, if she could just bargain me away like that? Just a negotiation within the process? Had I meant enough to her that she could demand a child for each twin in return for breaking my heart? For a few minutes, the anger fought with the tears, but it was no use. I couldn't ever be angry with her… I could only direct my anger and frustration into myself. So the grief and self pity, mixed with a rather large portion of self doubt, won out over the anger and I felt myself falling… into the cold embracing depths of despair.
Resting my head against my lonely pillow, I took a deep, deep breath, knowing that all I could do was wait for the explanation that would inevitably come, knowing that I would, of course, accept whatever scraps she chose to throw toward me by way of affection. No matter what else happened, I could no more turn my back on her than I could cut my own heart out of my body. I had no other choice but to wait, and trust that things would somehow work out the way they were supposed to. This wasn't the first time they had hurt me, and it wouldn't be the last, most likely. Sometimes that is what love is about, though, surviving the hard times.
Sitting back and wrapping a quilt around my shoulders, I looked around the tiny room, wishing that the isolation, at least, would end. The hard times are always the more difficult when you are all alone to face them. I contemplated my life… and began to make preparations in my mind for its ending.
captain john price who bangs his pretty cute girlfriend over his desk while the rest of his team sits awkwardly on the other side.
“open your eyes,” he commands you, his voice deep and rough. “I said, open em. are ya gonna piss me off too?”
and so you find it in you to open them despite the embarrassment that sits low in your gut as he ruts himself into you. It’s not hard to make out who’s in front of you. his warm skin and signature hat makes him easy to identify and as your vision focuses, you can make out the crimson on his cheek and the sweat building on his neck.
you look at him, almost apologetically, as if saying “I’m sorry you have to see me like this,” because Kyle truly is an angel and the idea of his knowing what your eyes looked like when all fucked out seemed like a sin on its own.
first, he calls out soap for texting you late at night. john fists the hair on your head till you’re facing the scot who’s not looking at your eyes, but somewhere lower. “y’know what couples do at night, Mactavish? I’ll give you a hint.” price snakes his arm between your legs, pinching and rolling your clit to which you let out a pained and delicious mewl.
and next in line is gaz, whose gesture of buying you your favorite foods has gone unliked by price. luckily, Gaz is sitting right next to soap so you don’t have to strain yourself to find him. Gaz knows he shouldn’t stare…but he can’t help himself and surprisingly, the captain hasn’t told anyone to stop so he swallows the lump in his throat, and commits the sight before him to memory.
then there’s ghost, who refuses to acknowledge he has actively done anything. “bullshit. wanna tell me why you’re always staring at her ass?” which shuts the brooding man up immediately.
your orgasm comes quick, as it always did. your words come out broken and desperate but they barely register to your boyfriend who has his own agenda.
your eyes roll back as you climax, the euphoria sending you into a blissful state of haze. but john doesn’t stop, not when he has a point to prove.
so he fucks you through your high, and then he fucks you more. your hand presses against his thigh with no real pressure, sobbing cries of overstimulation.
“after today, i want no more foolery from any of you. I’d suggest you take today for all it’s worth because after tonight, you can all go to your beds and jerk off your pathetic cocks to the memory of this and. nothing. else.” he punctuates each word with a sharp thrust, willing either your legs or the desk legs to give out.
“do i make myself clear?”
and the answer all comes in unison. “Yes, Captain.”
[I've been procrastinating revising for a job interview... Standard thing about everyone being at least 18 (though you're never too old to live out your fantasies of being fucked by a couple wink wink)]
C/W: Incest
She awoke abruptly to her mom’s concerned face looking at her. “You were having a nasty little nightmare. Are you okay, sweetie?”
“I’m fine, mom. Don’t worry about me and go back to sleep.”
“I know but… how about you sleep with us tonight? It’s beginning to storm outside and you won’t be able to fall asleep.”
“Mom, I’m too old—.”
“Hush, you’re never too old to sleep with your parents, cupcake.”
Reluctantly, she let her mom drag her out of bed, trudging down the corridor to her parent’s dimly lit bedroom. As they walked, her eyes flicked briefly to her mother’s huge tits, barely contained in her dark babydoll, her perfect ass jiggling with each step. It put her own thin t-shirt and comfy panties to shame.
“Hi dad,” she said, tearing her eyes away from his muscled torso, poking out the top of their duvet… What was he wearing underneath that duvet…? Some pyjamas? Just some boxers? Or maybe… nothing at all. She shook her head, trying to get rid of those forbidden thoughts that she’d rub herself to every night.
"Hello, princess. Bad dream? Come on in, baby, there's more than enough room for you."
Her mom slipped under the sheets and patted the spot in the middle. Was this really okay? She cautiously crawled in. Maybe it was her imagination but she could have sworn her father’s eyes were following her tight, little body as she got in. In the distance, thunder rolled and she stiffened.
“Aww, are you scared princess? You know what I do to your mother whenever she’s scared?”
She shook her head, her heart beating faster for some reason.
“I give her a special hug. You’re old enough for one of those hugs now. Come here, let daddy hug you.”
Before she could respond, she felt him press up against her. She could feel it all. His arms around her, his chest pressed against her side, and…. His thick, hard cock pressing against her leg. It seemed to twitch every time she shifted against him.
“Aww, this is so adorable. Let me join in!”
She felt her mom join in, squeezing her huge tits against her arms. She could feel her pussy soaking her panties, desperately struggling to not perv on her own parents, even as her mother’s arms trailed down her thighs… even as her father’s lips pressed against her chest.
“D-daddy, what are you doing?”
“Daddy? I like that.”
“N-no! It just sort of... slipped out… I should go.”
“No, stay. Daddy’s going to make you feel safe and happy. You want that, don’t you, muffin?”
“... Yes, daddy…”
As the words left her mouth, her mommy groaned and her hands slipped from her thighs to her tight, soaked pussy.
“God, darling, she’s so wet for us. She’s probably been rubbing herself to this fantasy for ages.”
“I can tell. Her cute little nipples are hard. Can I taste them sweetie? Can daddy taste your tits?”
She bit her lip, holding back a moan and gave the gentlest of nods, trying not to grind back against her mom’s fingers. She couldn’t hold it back when she felt her dad’s tongue worship her sensitive tits, groping them, fondling them like she wasn’t his daughter. Like she was just another woman to fuck and spend his cum inside.
“God, she’s making the cutest little sounds.”
Time was a blur, and she soon found her mommy’s lips attached to her pussy, pleasuring her in ways she’d never felt before. She found her hand on her daddy’s large dick, jerking it back and forth, feeling it throb under her fingers.
“That’s such a good fucking girl. You’re daddy’s perfect little slut, aren’t you? My own little creampie all grown up and ready to be fucked.”
She felt her cunt clench at the thought of her own dad taking her holes, his heavy frame on top of hers, pounding away her innocence with strong strokes.
“Hehe, she liked that, sweetie. She really wants her dad to fuck her.”
“Yeah? Is that true, sweetheart? You want daddy to fuck you? You need to ask for what you want, you know.”
Ever since she was little, her dad had made it a point to have her explicitly say the things she wanted to say. ‘Open and direct communication are important in every relationship. You’ll realise what I mean when you grow up.’
Her cunt clenched. Was this what he’d meant when he said she’d understand?
“Daddy, please fuck me.”
Her mom was laying beside her, an arm on her head, another hand on her daughter’s clit, flicking away. Her daddy pressed his cock against her pussy, its head separating her pretty little folds.
“Say it again.”
“Daddy, please fuck me.” She whimpered, her cunt leaking more than it had ever done before. His cock sunk in, his cock head disappearing into her hot depths.
“Again.”
“Daddy, please fuck your daughter. I want it. I want it so fucking bad, please put your thick dadcock inside me and fuck me!” She all but yelled that. She gasped as his cock plunged in fully, tearing into her with one swift stroke. Her mind went blank as her mommy fiddled with her clit, her lips attached to her nipples.
Lifting her head up, mommy spoke to daddy, encouraging him to fuck ‘the little slut’ faster. Harder. She could barely listen to the words her mommy was saying, her mind lost to the pleasure.
“God, you’re such a tight little set of holes, aren’t you? You were born for this, princess. You were born to take daddy’s hard cock inside your pretty slit. Can you feel that? Daddy’s heavy balls slapping against you? Aching to breed another daughter inside you.”
She could only moan in response, her mind screaming, ‘yes, yes, and yes!’ This is what she was born for. Her big-titted mommy holding her down so her own dad could pound his incestuous cock inside her, tearing her up, splitting her in half with his savage shaft.
She felt so little in front of him, in front of her mommy too. Those huge tits, that thick cock. Everything drove her insane. This was better than anything she’d ever rubbed herself to. This was better than every single fucked up fantasy she’d had about her hot parents. She felt her cunt tremble, aching to cum.
Her pussy clenched on her daddy’s cock as she came, spraying his cock with her cum, but he kept on pounding into her. She lay there, her legs trembling and shaking, unable to move while her mommy made out with her, fiddling with her tits and clit. She lay there while her daddy continued using her like a homegrown sex toy. This is what she was born for after all.
“God, sweetheart, I’m going to fucking cum. She’s so fucking tight. She’s so fucking pretty. Can I cum inside our daughter? Can I?”
“Do it, darling. Fuck our baby girl’s womb full of thick daddy sperm. This is so hot, ugh.”
Her daddy buckled above her, pressing down on her as his cock twitched, hot ropes of cum spurting out from his cock inside her. They lay there panting for a few minutes. He rolled off her, giving her mom and her little pecks on the cheeks, smiling at the fondly while he caressed their cheeks.
“So, princess, it sounds like the storm’s over… do you want to stay in bed with mommy and daddy?”
“Daddy?” Rebecca asked a third time. She watched his hand raise, and the fingers of his glove reach up, and using the red claws that were painted red to imitate blood, he poked at her nipple through her top. Her breath was shaking as she watched him flick her nipple, rubbing it through her top and then quickly grabbing her top and yanking it down hard, Rebecca heard a rip in the fabric. She gasped and moved back further on the bed to get away.
“Daddy what are you doing?!” She shrieked and turned over to crawl over to the other side of the bed, and he grabbed her ankles pulling her hard , landing her flat on her stomach and pulling her back towards him, her legs wiggling as she tried to crawl.
“Daddy! I’m sorry!” Rebecca cried as she felt two glove covered hands grab her hips and pull her to the edge of the bed, her feet now on he floor, but her feet still kicking backwards as he reached down pushed one of the rubber fingers of his glove into her.
“Daddy no!” Rebecca screamed and jolted upwards, crawling across the bed. He grabbed her ankles again, yanking her back and shoving the finger back inside her. He watched the rubber finger disappear inside of her over and over as she laid squirming on the bed, he couldnt help but ram his finger up into her harder, the finger of he glove extending deeper inside her than his own finger ever could. He watched it come out covered in her juice and pushed it back in with a growl, fucking her hard with his finger as she begged him to stop.
As he quickly undid his pants, Rebecca watching in horror as his pants fell to the floor, watching her fathers hard prick free itself, his belly protruding over it, and her father get up onto of the bed quickly, and on top of her.
“Daddy, No!” Rebecca screamed. “Daddy stop!” she said pushing against his hairy chest, trying to push a a man more than twice her weight off of her.
“Stop it!” she said as she felt his cock grind against her pussy, , his hands holding her forcefully at her waist as he tried to put himself inside her.
“STOP!” Rebecca screamed again, her legs kicking, her eyes bugging as her fathers hand reached up and she felt the glove grip her throat and squeeze. Her hand flying to his forearm as he held her throat , he watched her eyes bulge as he thrust himself into her.
Rebecca choked on her screams, and he lifted his hand from her throat as he started to fuck her hard and fast.
“Daddy no!” she said pushing at his chest again, her palms pressed flat against his chest as his body hovered over hers, his big belly rubbing againt the corset of her costume.
“YES” he growled.
“No daddy!” she screamed as he continued to violate her, and take exactly what he wanted. He’d been thinking about it all night, after catching her on the hood of his car, taking dick like a whore. And as he drank more and more that night during the party, he found it harder and harder to understand why he couldn’t take advantage of her too. Why should he not be able to fuck his daughter if she was such the little whore. Especially after seeing her plump cunt lips between her thighs when she had bent over in front him.
“YES” he growled again and leaned down, sticking his tongue through the mouth hole in his mask he dragged his tongue over one of her nipples. Rebecca pushed his head away and grabbed his mask ripping it off his head. And she wished she hadnt because the face beneath it was far scarier than the mask. She looked at her father who’d looked like hed been possesed as he grinned at her , he looked evil, as his dick filled her pussy, harder, faster. He laughed maniacally and ripped the gloves from his hands.
“You little fucking slut.” he growled. “I know you want to share your naughty little cunt with Daddy.” he snarled as he kept fucking her.
Rebecca was scared now, watching her fathers face as he fucked her. Her hand pressed against his sweaty, and hairy chest, as the sweat began to drip from his face onto her.
Rebecca laid still, letting her body be used, and felt him jolt her body each time he thrust into her. Her tits shaking on her chest, his mouth sunk into the flesh of her breast, he bit her nipple hard and pulled it. Rebecca snapped out of it and shrieked.
“Daddy!” she yelled.
“You like that baby?” “You like the big bad wolf biting on your hard little nipples?” he groaned and did it again. Rebecca yelped as she looked at him. His face had softened, even though it was still grinning, it wasnt as scary now.
“No Daddy, stop” Rebecca said, pushing her hands hard against him.
“You dont want the big bad wolf to stop baby.. I know you dont. ” he said as his cock pushed deep up into her cunt. “You want the big bad wolf to mate with you.” he smiled devilishly and his belly bounced on her each time he thrust into her. “Spread your little legs, red riding hood, let the big bad wolf fuck your little pink pussy, let him breed your little cunt.”
Rebeccas legs spread wider and her father groaned at her compliance to his request and moaned. “Yes baby, yes…I know you like it…daddys big bad dick inside you.” he said his face over hers, and the smell of beer on his breath being pushed up through her nose.
“Daddy..” Rebecca moaned slightly, as she looked into his eyes, his were filled with a wild lust for his little girl, and a grin on his face that refused to go away, her eyes filled with fear, no longer fear for of him, but fear of herself enjoying it. Which, she was, whether she could admit it or not.
“Mmmm you belong to the big bad wolf now baby.” he said and he felt her fingers push up through his chest hair. “You like the big bad hairy wolf dont you little girl?” he snarled as he leaned forward, and he sunk his teeth into her neck, biting her, Rebecca moaned and her arms wrapped around him beneath his arms and around his back where her fingers gripped his back, her nails dragging over his back through his shirt, her nails scratching through his shirt. He groaned and looked at her, her mouth gasping, and panting now as she moaned.
“Do you like the big bad wolf now baby?” he said, his dick still stretching her open everytime he thrust into her. Rebecca nodded as she moaned.
“Say it. Say you love the big bad wolf fucking that little pussy.” he groaned.
Rebecca looked him in the eyes , her eyes filled with desire now, filled with wanting. “ I love the big bad wolf fucking my pussy.” she moaned and her father smiled as he stopped and held himself inside her, leaning down, his mouth against her.
“Tell the big bad wolf how much you want his cum inside you.” he said.
Rebeccas legs wrapped around him as much as they could and her arms around his neck, looking into his eyes, her lips brushing his slightly as he pumped his cock into her, his body smothering hers, her tits pressed against his hairy chest, she gasped and then talked against his mouth telling him exactly what he wanted to hear.
“I want your cum inside me.” she whimpered.
“How bad?” he growled.
“Bad. Really really bad. Put your cum in my pussy Daddy. I want the big bad wolf to cum inside his little red riding whore.” she said and he groaned, listening to her talk like a slut.
“Do you want the big bad wolf to breed you?” he groaned.
“Breed me, breed me right now.” she moaned. “Cum inside me, please, oh please Mr.Wolf!” she moaned loudly. “Fuck me…cum inside me..please…cum….do it….cum inside me Daddy….cum inside your little girl….you dirty old wolf…fucking breed me!” she yelled and laid there, her body rocking on the bed as he leaned up and began to let his cum fill her, slamming his cock into her, letting out a loud grown, his head falling back and jaw dropping open. Rebecca smiled slightly to herself as she realized how wolf like he actually looked, groaning upwards at the ceiling, as if he were howling at the moon like an actual werewolf.
“Fuuuuuuck.” he groaned and he looked down at her with his cock held inside her, he could feel the last of his cum pumping into her.
“Mmmmmmm” Rebecca moaned. “Did the big bad wolf fill my little pussy and breed me like a little whore?” she asked with a smile.
HE smiled and slid his cock out slowly, leaving all of his cum buried inside of her, and exhaled as he laid himself down beside her.
“Jesus..fucking…christ.” he said as Rebecca sat up and staddled him and leaned down and kissed him, her body bending over his belly, her hands pressed into his chest hair, curling it in her fingers.
“When the big bad wolf is ready..” she said with a smirk.
“I’d like to show him why they call her “Riding Hood.”
“Be quiet now,” he grunted as he thrust his cock into her wet little pussy for the first time that afternoon.
“Can’t let Mommy… hear what a… dirty little girl… you’re being for Daddy,” he whispered between strokes as he got deeper and deeper inside his babygirl.
Her sweet whimpers made his gut tighten. His cock growing even harder inside the slick walls of her little cunt as it gripped him.
Sucked him.
“Daddy needs it… needs your little pussy,” he moaned into her neck as he pumped inside her faster, her small bed creaking as the strength of his thrust increased.
“Daddy,” she cried out when he reached under her body and stroked her swollen wet clit with his fingers. He captured her mouth with his, trying to silence her as they both voiced their pleasure.
Her wet little pussy was getting tighter around his cock with every circle his fingers made around her clit. Her cunt slurping at his length, tugging at him and trying to pull his cock toward her womb as his babygirl got closer to coming.
“That’s my girl… squeeze Daddy’s cock… make Daddy cum,” he forced his cock through her tightening walls, the head hitting against his babygirl’s womb. Her little pussy was driving him crazy with the need to fill her belly with his seed. The thought of her swollen with his child making his balls draw up closer to his body and his cock throb harder inside her.
“Give Daddy a baby,” he growled next to her ear as he stabbed his cock in full length strokes into her cunt.
He slapped his hand over her mouth to muffle her cries when he felt the first contraction of her cunt around his shaft. Within seconds his cock was spurting seed filled cum against the mouth of her womb as he rammed into her clenching, sucking little hole. The bed banged against the wall as he jammed every inch inside her.
“Little cunt… sucking my cum… into your belly… making a baby… fuckkkk,” he growled as his gut clinched and another spurt of cum filled his little girl’s cunt before he fell on top of her, enjoying the quivers going through the slick walls that surrounded his shaft.
He took his hand away from her mouth and kissed her deep, her tongue teasing his before they broke apart.
“Daddy’s good babygirl,” he said to her, kissing her again, unable to stop his hips from pushing against her several more times before slowly pulling out of her warm, cum filled hole.
“Don’t take it out,” she murmured, contracting around him.
“Daddy’s sorry, babygirl,” he lightly kissed her lips as he pushed two fingers into her leaking cunt hole. He pulled them out, coated in his cum and pushed them into her mouth.
“Can’t risk fucking your little cum sucking pussy anymore right now, babygirl, but once Mommy goes to sleep tonight Daddy will be back to fuck more baby seed into your little belly.”
He left her then, and as he looked over his shoulder, he watched her for just a moment as she rolled over on her back and fingered her cum filled hole.
when i was 14 i walked in on my parents fucking. i use the word "fucking" to be descriptive here because they certainly were not making love. my mom was on her hands and knees and my dad was behind her, pounding away, and my mom was saying "fuck my pussy fuck my pussy fuck my pussy" very steadily, like a mantra, until she saw me and and got up. my dad's dick flopped out and i processed a lot of visual information right away, like how my mom's bra was around her stomach and he'd sort of been using it as a handle, and like how my mom had a tiny little patch of pubic hair that looked like a punctuation mark to her tanlines, and how my dad's dick was curved when it was hard, and how my mother had a lot of sweat or spit between her tits. she sort of swiftly walked me out of the room and was also wiping the sweat or spit off of herself and asked me what i needed, and i told her i forget and she told me if i had any questions about what i saw i could certainly ask but not right now, and so i went back to my room and my mom apparently went back to getting her pussy fucked.
i didn't have any questions about it but i remember my dad was very shy around me for a while. my mom wasn't really. i think she ultimately figured it was a healthy thing for me to see. 22 years of marriage and still having sex like that. i think now, i sort of agree.
when i was 15, i walked in on my sister kayla and her boyfriend fucking. kayla was 17, and her boyfriend was 25, and he had tattoos and muscles and they were on the couch in the basement and she was on top of him, naked, and when i opened the door and saw her going up and down on top of him, i watched for a while because they hadn't noticed me. kayla had big tits. i was jealous of her tits. and he appeared to be sucking them. i couldn't really see -- i could just see her ass and back and his balls and legs. he had a condom on and i could see the bottom of it and i remember being glad they were using a condom. and she wasn't talking like my mom. she weas just making tight, high-pitched little noises. but then he tapped her, and she got off of him onto the floor, and he pulled off that condom and started shooting his cum on her face. he noticed me watching in the middle of that, but didn't say anything. he kept stroking and waved me off with his other hand, so i left.
later, i was in my room with the door open and he walked by. "hey jenny. you like what you saw?" he gestured at his cock, now in his pants. i said "yeah," and he grinned and said, "show me what you've got. only fair." i pulled my shorts and panties down. he looked at my unkempt bush and said, "hot."
when i was 16, i walked in on my brother joe having sex with his girlfriend. joe and i were fraternal twins and i remember immediately being mad he'd lost his virginity first. they were on his bed and he had his pants and boxers down just enough. she was bottomless but with a sweatshirt on. it was like they'd been caught before. when she saw me, she hopped off, and i was absolutely shocked by the size of joe's cock when it was in the open air for a few seconds. "oh hey jenny," she said, no longer concerned since it wasn't a parent or kayla. she was sitting against the wall in a way that i could fully see her shaved pussy. it was a more detailed view than i'd even gotten of myself at that point, and she was lightly touching herself like she was keeping herself ready for when i turned around and left. i probably hesitated for too long. joe had a pillow over his dick. finally he threw it at me and told me to leave.
i shaved my pussy in the bath that evening, and then after i got dressed i went to joe's room. "do you know something?" i said. "you have a bigger dick than dad. and max." that was kayla's ex, the 25 year old, long gone. she was in college now.
"i do?" he said, surprised. "how do you know?"
i explained my career of walking in on sex-in-progress.
"huh," he said. "i didn't know."
"how big is it?" i asked. "have you measured?"
"no."
"we should."
"we?"
i blushed. "i just wanna know too."
he laughed. "that's weird."
"i guess but like, it's fine."
somehow that convinced him, and he pulled down his boxers and said "get a ruler." i went to my room and got one from my desk, and when i came back, he was stroking his cock.
"do you always stroke it that roughly?" i asked.
"not usually in front of girls," he said.
i was openly staring. "it's kind hard to get to full strength when you're just staring at me," he said.
"what should i do?"
"i don't know," he said.
impulsively, i took my shirt off. i wasn't wearing a bra.
"oh," he said.
i sort of liked the tenor of that oh, and so i also pulled down my shorts and stood there in my pink target panties.
he gestured for the ruler so i brought it over. i had my face kind of insanely close to his cock while we measured. 9 and a quarter inches.
"it's impressive," i said.
"thanks," he said. "you have nice tits."
i remember like a couple of days later i was in the shower before school and he just came in to piss. and i opened the shower curtain like what the fuck, you know? and he was like, "you've seen it now."
"okay but i'm naked," i said. and he turned and looked at me, looked me all over, looked at my now slightly-stubbled pussy, and my soapy tits, and then he said, "turn around so i can see your ass."
for whatever reason, i did as he asked instantly. i even put my hands against the shower stall behind me like, literally assuming the position.
"you're hot," he told me. "you don't act or dress like you're hot. you should."
when we were 17, joe walked in on me having sex with my best friend caroline. we were naked on my bed rubbing our pussies together. at this point i had a bush again, a very trimmed one on top, and caroline had one that more or less matched, so when we scissored it was like two arrows trying to meet each other at the tip.
in the past year i'd certainly taken his advice, and started wearing skimpier clothes and carrying myself with an air of confidence. this led very quickly to having sex with two boys from school and realizing it wasn't really for me, which led to me telling caroline, which led to caroline telling me she was gay, which led to me saying "oh, maybe i'm gay." and guess what? i was.
joe took a long look at caroline's incredible body before apologizing and leaving. at that point he was seeing me naked all the time. most of our boundaries with each other had sort of evaporated as we'd both become sexually active and both got into smoking weed and as i developed a habit of showing him how slutty i was dressing, lifting my skirt to show him my thong, that sort of thing.
we also sometimes watched porn together, stoned in his bedroom, and he'd stroke that huge snake of his and i'd play with my clit with my panties and shorts pulled aside.
that night joe told me he'd jerked off after seeing caroline naked and i told him all about how much i liked fucking her, how wet her pussy got and how she would shake when she was cumming. joe was seeing a girl who was already 18, and he showed me the nudes she was sending him, and we both jerked off looking at them.
toward the end of that, when joe was clearly about to cum, i reached over and took over. it was a spontaneous horny gesture, and joe didn't mind at all. he laughed and grunted and said "fuck yeah" and then i spit on his shaft and he said "damn" and then he started to shoot his cum all over himself and all over my hand. i laughed and wiped it on the bed.
"did you cum?" he asked me.
"not yet," i said. and he reached over. he pulled my shorts and my panties off, even though they were already stretched out and pulled to the side, and for some reason that made me want to take my top off. i was naked in his bed.
joe's fingers were thicker and rougher than i was used to, and i made a surprised, pleasured noise when he found my clit. he put one finger inside me at first, and then another when there was room, and used his thumb to rub my clit while he pushed inside me. it was a very intense sensation. if i had not already been touching myself it would have been too much. too much stimulation, too much pressure. but now it was rather appealing. he started sucking my tits while he did this -- another feat of coordination -- and i moaned my approval.
my orgasm was very intense, very long, and very wet, and as joe slowly removed his soaked fingers, he stuck them in my mouth. i think he was being playful, but he found a secret switch inside of me that turned off my brain and let my pussy take total control. i climbed on top of joe and -- he'd gotten hard again while touching me -- and i pushed him inside of me. he groaned, surprised and delighted. i ground myself hard against him, back and forth and up and down, not so much cumming again as i was somehow extending my previous orgasm. he was all the way inside me, which i didn't even think was possible. i fucked him like i was trying to tear myself in half. i don't even know when he came inside me, i just know that he did, and eventually his soft, soaked cock flopped out.
i got dressed very quickly, and we kind of stared at each other laughing but also horrified. i was on birth control, despite generally playing for the other team, just for period-regulation reasons, and i remember blurting that out so he'd know it was OK that he'd cum inside me. it was leaking out now, i could feel it, and it made me feel like a god.
we didn't do it again. it was just a one time thing, and honestly? i don't regret it. it made us closer, and we're still close. it also made us both very confident, which was huge in college. my dorm had communal showers, and more than once i forgot a towel after a shower, and just walked nude back to my room, dripping wet. people saw. they loved it. i remember going home for spring break my freshman year, and showering with the bathroom door wide open. my dad and kayla were in the kitchen and kayla whistled at my nude body. my dad said, "i echo kayla's sentiment." kayla was the hot one in the family, so that felt great.
later that same week, my mom walked in on me and joe masturbating in his room watching porn. she laughed.
"wow," she said. "i knew you two were close but, this is impressive." she left again quickly. but a few days later, she and i were at the beach.
"how often does that happen?" she asked me.
"well, in high school we used to do it pretty often," i said. "but that was the first time in a long time."
"your brother has an enormous cock," she said. "no wonder you decided you didn't want to deal with all that."
i laughed. "i suppose it might have been a factor. but i still hook up with guys sometimes," i shared.
"wow, really?" she said. then she paused. "my friend anne -- um, once she was having some marital problems. and she joined your father and i in bed a few times."
"hot," i said. "did you get all up in that pussy?"
"i did," she said. "and i really enjoyed myself."
"what about watching her fuck dad?"
"i thought it would be hard for me. but it was actually a turn on."
i was thrilled she was talking this way with me. i wanted to keep it going.
"a girl i'm seeing at school has another girlfriend, so sometimes we all get together."
"is that fun?"
"it's really fun. and i think the other girl hates me, so it's really fun to make her cum."
my mom laughed. "you're so bad."
"do you prefer having orgasms or giving orgasms?" i asked.
"giving," she said immediately. "i'm addicted to making your father cum. i've done it thousands of times and it's not enough."
"ejaculation is the best part of sex with guys," i said. "where do you like it?"
she didn't seem scandalized by my question at all. "i like to taste it, but i don't love swallowing it, so on my face is a great option. but also, your father loves to cum in my pubic hair. and so i like that and the mess it creates because he likes it so much."
"do you still have that tiny landing strip?" i asked.
"oh you remember that? no." she held open her bikini bottom to show me her trimmed, shaped triangle.
"that's like mine," i said, also lifting my bikini bottom.
my mom giggled. "just two women showing each other our pubes on the beach. nothing to see here, folks."
we laughed.
"your sister always shaves everything, which i think looks good on her but it makes me feel like a teenager in a bad way," my mom said. "sometimes your dad asks me to try it so i do for him."
my sister kayla had moved back home after a breakup, so it made sense that my mom would have seen it.
"does dad know kayla is shaved? he probably wouldn't ask for it if he did."
my mom laughed. "that's true. i should tell him."
"speaking of incest," she laughed. "you know, i found myself a little jealous of the intimacy of you and joe. and i actually," she was blushing. "i told your uncle"--her brother--"about it."
"that's fine with me," I said. i thought she was apologizing for putting my weird sexual behavior out there, but i was unashamed. i imagined making knowing eye contact with him at thanksgiving. as a person who was having increasing amounts of ill-advised sexual contact at college -- i was cheating on my girlfriend with two professors -- illicit, shared, unspoken knowledge was becoming my favorite part.
"yeah no, i just... i told him i wish we were that close," my mom was looking at the water now, unable to meet my eyes. "and he was like, we can be if you want. so i um, i went over to his house yesterday."
"hot," i said.
she looked at me, gauging my seriousness. i was serious. "i know," she said. "his wife was at work. we went into their guest room. i stripped down to my bra and panties."
"nice ones?"
"just casual honestly. a gray bra and pink cotton panties. i hadn't really been sure anything was going to happen so i almost treated myself like it wouldn't. although i did shave my legs and bikini line."
"what happened when you stripped?"
"he pulled out his dick, and i just sat on the bed watching him stroke it. like he was standing, stroking, and i was sitting, just watching, and he was like, 'you need to meet the moment here' so i took my bra off, and he told me i had really amazing tits."
"you do," i said.
"well, him saying that worked on me. i slipped my panties off, and i opened my legs a bit to start touching myself. and i watched him look me over. and i felt really amazed and shocked at myself for being naked there, in front of him, and i just..." she looked at me sort of wildly, like she wasn't sure if she could admit this to me.
"tell me," i said.
"i pulled him closer to me and i sucked his cock," she blurted. "he held my head and he moaned and i felt soo soo good and he came almost immediately, shot his cum right down my throat, and i just kept going, just kept sucking until he was totally soft. and then he put me back on the bed and he licked my pussy and made me cum almost as fast. and i sort of immediately jumped up and like, almost ran out of his house putting my clothes on."
"that's so hot."
"you think so?" my mom giggled. "i mean. i agree. but i think something is seriously wrong with us."
"i think it's nice to sexually take care of the men you love. men think with their cocks, right? if we love them..."
she considered it. "if your father wanted you to suck his cock would you do so?"
i looked her in the eye. "i guess that would mean you were not fulfilling your duties as a wife. so... i'd sort of have to."
she laughed. "to cover for me?"
"yeah," i said. "would you? if grandpa asked you?"
"without hesitation," she said firmly. and then she barked another laugh. "i'm surprised how easy that was to answer."
i decided to rip the band aid off. "we fucked. but just once. years ago."
"huh," my mom said. "i am probably compartmentalizing. but the fact that it only happened once strikes me as more or less healthy. youthful experimentation?"
"honestly yes," i said. "plus also think about how i was trying to figure out my sexuality. it was a confusing time."
"totally," my mom said. "what's my excuse?"
"midlife crisis?" i offered.
"that works for me," she said.
"would you fuck him?" i asked. "uncle pete?"
"i asked him to fuck me the whole time he was licking me. so, i think yes."
we were headed back to my mom's car when a tall, wiry but handsome older man said "you two must be sisters."
"how often does that line work?" my mom asked him.
he chuckled. "work how?"
"like... how often do women offer you to come watch them shower in the bathhouse?" i said, gesturing toward the building we had not even been heading toward. it was getting dark, and there were not a lot of people around.
"never," he said.
"first time for everything," i said. and i pulled my mom by the hand and gestured for him to follow.
we did have our clothes, but we'd been planning to just drive home in our bathing suits. change of plans. i got naked quickly, and my mom followed. the man sat on a wooden bench next to the stall. "god, look at you both," he said. "perfect specimens."
"you can stroke your dick if you want," i told him as i turned on the water. we didn't have soap or towels or anything, so we just kind of splashed water on ourselves, and then turned off the water, and then as we watched this guy stroke his bent cock, my mom started touching herself. instead of doing the same, i reached over to caress her tits while he watched us, groaning. he shot his cum on the floor, and my mom said, "impressive" and then started getting dressed.
in the car, she told me she loved this wild side of me. i said i felt the same about her.
in the morning, i was in the shower. my dad was in the kitchen, and when my mom came down, she just stripped naked and got in the shower with me.
"are you both in there?" i heard my dad say.
"yeah," my mom said. "saving some water."
he walked into the bathroom to look at us both inside the glass stall. my mom opened it to give him a better look. "we match," my mom observed, gesturing at our bushes.
"you do," my dad said, grinning.
kayla poked her head in. "family shower time?"
"come on in, the water's fine," my mom said. kayla started getting undressed. "she doesn't match" my mom observed as soon as kayla's panties were off. my dad looked at the three of us naked in the shower and said, "you're so beautiful."
"take a picture," my mom said. "this would make a great christmas card."
it was great having liz around. she was great at getting me and kate out of the house. she loved to explore, she was always finding shit in our own city we didn't know about. beer gardens, weird little art galleries, used bookstores. she was always eager to chat people up, and as she did she learned more and more. it was always so fun to have liz at a bar because she'd make a dozen friends. sometimes, at the end of the night, she'd go home with someone else. sometimes men, sometimes women, sometimes couples.
she was almost constantly naked around our place. like, she'd just be sitting on the couch reading, fully nude. i didn't mind, and surprisingly kate didn't either, in fact, kate gradually adopted the practice. she was in a bra and panties for much longer than usual every morning, and then sometimes she just wouldn't put a bra on for a while.
kate stopped fully shaving her pussy almost immediately, and when she finally had a visible little bush very much like liz's, she was bottomless more often. the first time liz saw it, she clicked her tongue in approval.
kate and i also started fucking a lot more than usual. especially on nights when liz was out, also presumably fucking, but even when liz was around, kate wanted to fuck, and didn't seem concerned about being quiet. i do really think she wanted liz to think she was cool, and liz clearly thought sex was pretty cool, so it made sense. one night, after i'd railed kate pretty good, i got a text from liz, from the guest room. "good job bro, way to pound that little pussy!"
i showed it to kate, who blushed and giggled for a good 20 minutes after.
one morning, kate left early to go to the gym before work. i was having coffee in the kitchen when liz came in, wearing only a pair of pink panties, and said to me, "hey, want to come help me film a video of me jerking off for my porn site?"
i said sure, and she handed me a little dv camera and took off her panties. she told me to zoom in when it seemed like a good idea and to be sure to show "lots of pussy."
"my fans love my pussy," she said, grinning.
for the next half hour, i filmed liz masturbating on my guest bed. she was deliberate and playful. she used her fingers and a vibrator, but sparingly. she tasted herself, she played with her tits, she made herself cum but kept going. Finally, after her third orgasm, she relaxed and said, "and cut."
"That was impressive," I said.
"Good job getting different shots," she said. "It's a different experience than me just filming myself."
"Happy to help."
She took the camera from me. "Your turn."
I laughed.
"I'm serious," she said. "Jerk off for me."
"Are you gonna film it?"
"Yeah," she said.
"But you wouldn't post that."
"No, of course not," she said. "This is just for my own personal library."
I laughed and pulled out my dick, which honestly was already pretty hard.
"Go slow," she said, pointing the camera at me as I sat on the bed and started stroking. "Also, take your shirt off."
I did as she asked.
"Fuck you have a big cock," she said as it reached full strength.
"Are you gonna talk the whole time?"
"Yeah," she said. "Stroke that big fucking cock for me. I just came three fucking times and I'm already soaked."
"You're crazy," I said.
"Cum for me," she said impatiently.
"I'm working on it," I said.
"I have to do everything around here, don't I?" she said. And she set the camera up on her dresser and knelt in front of me and took my cock in her hand. She spit on it.
I probably should have said I have a girlfriend and it's going so well. But I just said, "oh fuck yeah," and so she started sucking my cock. And I don't know why, but even though I was absolutely ready to cum, I held back, and held back, no matter how frantic her stroking and sucking was, until finally she said "should we just fuck?" and didn't wait for an answer. She got on top of me and pushed me inside of her and we both went "oh god" and then she laughed and pushed me onto my back and rode me aggressively.
And maybe after she had a big creamy orgasm on my cock and I pulled out and she sucked my cock clean and I shot my load down her throat, maybe we should have stopped. But instead I pulled her back on top of me and she rubbed her wet pussy against my shaft until I was hard again, and I got behind her and pounded her hard. And after she came chanting "cum inside me cum inside me cum inside me" I did, very deep inside her, and she collapsed on her bed and laughed and said, "oh no, that was so good, I'm going to need that again."
That night after dinner, we got stoned, all three of us, and Kate said "can I make a horny confession?" and Liz said "always" and Kate said, "i love knowing you can hear us fuck," and Liz said, "I love hearing it. I keep wanting to knock on the door and asking if I can watch."
"Ever since you told me you have sex on camera I've thought about the idea of being watched while I have sex," Kate said. "I don't know how I feel about it. Both thrilled and terrified."
"I wish I'd made that big a deal of it when I started," Liz said. "It would have been hotter."
That night, coming to bed in just a thong, I watched Kate leave our bedroom door ajar. She was sucking my cock when Liz slipped in, silently, sitting on my dresser, completely nude. Kate smiled at her and climbed on top of me. She rode my cock with her thong pulled aside, had an orgasm, and then quietly asked me to fuck her from behind. Liz whistled appreciatively, watching us change positions.
When I pulled out and started stroking, Liz said, "yes, cum on that little slut." Kate giggled in delight. I shot several long ropes across her back.
"That was a real porn star cumshot, bro," Liz said as I collapsed on the bed. Kate was still on her hands and knees. "Can I help you clean up?" Liz asked her.
I followed them, my cock dangling, as Liz pulled Kate into our shower and took her thong off for her. It was sweet and intimate but not necessarily sexual. But as she washed Kate's back, Kate said, "your hands feel so good on me" and Liz playfully reached down to grab her ass. Kate looked at me, checking me. I just smiled at her. So she turned around and put her hand on Liz's ass. Liz kissed her. It was just a playful peck, but Kate reciprocated harder.
And then I was watching my girlfriend and sister make out in the shower. It was just that, just kissing and groping each other's asses and tits, before Kate broke it off and giggled and said, "I'm so stoned." She wasn't that stoned, and we all knew it, but we let that be the reason, for now, and we went to bed. Kate and Liz both slept naked, in their own beds. In the morning the thong was still on the floor of the shower, which helped assure me it had all really happened.
It was a month before Daddy and I fucked again. We did try to do good by what we agreed on: it was just to break my hymen and make my first time special.
You have no idea how many times he wouldn't get up to hide a boner, or how many times he had to walk with it. I would comment that it would be happier without restriction, but he would stand his ground that we need not do it again.
I got desperate. I needed my father's cock in me again.
I began walking around naked. He jumped the first time coming into the kitchen with me completely bare. "What are you doing!?" He yelled.
"Just getting a snack." I winked as I closed the fridge. His bulge noticibly rose as he shifted unconfortably.
"That's not funny!" He snapped.
It was a dud.
The next day I served dinner that way and he took his plate to his room. I fought to get him to stay but he didn't.
The day after I laid on his bed, legs stretched with my pussy exposed waiting for him to come home. He nearly fell to his knees when he saw me. "You need to stop this!" He begged.
"But why?" I hummed. "It was the best thing you've ever done to me."
His cock rose under his slacks and he didn't bother to hide it. "Honey, I feel the same way." He closed his eyes. "God I do. But I'm your father, and incest is wrong on so many levels."
I scooted to the end of the bed. "You think I don't know that?" I said. "But like I told you that night, I don't regret it."
"Me neither, but -" He unhaled sharply as I unzipped his slacks and undid his buckle.
"But what?" I said as I fished his cock out to freedom. He jolted as my hand gripped the hefty rod and pulled it out to freedom.
He gulped. "What if I got you pregnant?" He said.
"We'll just get condoms." I said as I began to slowly stroke his shaft, admiring the sking pulling back and recovering his head over and over.
"But I hate condoms." He moaned.
I licked the precum oozing from the tip of his head and he shuddered, "I fucking hate condoms." He moaned.
"We'll just pull out." I said, giving another lick.
"I can't." He moaned.
"Why not?" I asked before engulfing his head entirely. His knees nearly have out as he moaned loudly while running his fingers through my hair.
"Because if I'm in that pussy of yours I'm gonna cum inside it." He admitted. "I don't pull out."
"I want you to cum inside me daddy." I said before swallowing his head and a few inches.
"Baby, daddy wants to oh so bad!" He moaned as I reached halfway down his shaft. "But we were lucky nothing happened last time."
I continued to suck as far as I could go and pulled his slacks down. He kicked his shoes off and stepped out of them leaning in. His fingers found my dripping pussy and pushed a finger in. I whimpered around his cock.
"So fucking wet." He hummed with his eyes closed.
"It wants you, Daddy." I moaned.
"I know it does, baby." He said as he sank another finger in and dug deeper.
When his fingers retracted out of me, I stood, turned around, and got on me knees on the bed. I spread my pussy lips with my fingers, his head in perfect level to my pussy as it nearly touched. All daddy needed to do wash push forward.
"Oh God." He moaned as his head fluttered up and down my slit. Juices poured all over the head and lubricated it perfectly. "When was the last time you had your period?" He asked.
"Almost two weeks ago?" I said. "Why?"
"Shit." He moaned. His breathing was heavy with conflict. I pushed back and popped his head slightly deeper into me. "You're risky right now."
"Maybe we should stop." I said, disappointment filling my voice.
He grabbed both sides of my hips, "Fuck it!" He growled as he plunged into me. I nearly scream as a giant wave crashed within me. My legs shook as each inch of his cock stretched me pussy.
His cock entering me was nothing like the last time. I nearly came straight away.
With no second to reprieve, he begins pistoning his hips. I moan relentlessly as his cock retracts and plunges into me over and over.
"Fuck baby!" He yelled. "I fucking love your pussy!"
"Good daddy!" I moaned. "I fucking love your cock!"
"Yeah!?" He grabbed my wrist and pulled them back for leverage to drill me harder. "Who's pussy is this!?"
"Yours, Daddy!" I yelled. My body could barely handle the pleasure of his cock at this point. "My pussy is yours!"
"That's right baby!" He pulled my head back locked my lips with his. I molded to him as his other hand cupped my breast and squeezed my nipple.
"I love you, Daddy!" I moaned.
"I love you too, Baby!" He said as he pulled me back for another kiss. "Baby?" He said in me ear.
"Yeah?" I whimpered
"I need to cum soon." He moaned.
I turned to him, "Are you sure you don't want to pull out? I'll swallow, or take it anywhere for you."
He retracted out of me, and guided me onto the bed and onto my back. There was no time for pause as he was already between my legs pushing his cock halfway back into me, causing my head to crane with a moan. "I told you sweetheart, if I got in your pussy, I ain't pulling out."
"Like you said, I might get pregnant." I moaned as I hooked my feet behind his knees and stroked his sides with my fingers, inviting it.
"I don't care!" He stated. "I'm filling your pussy up with every drop I got!"
"I want that daddy!" I moaned louder as he got noticibly faster.
"Yeah!? You want your own father's cum in you!?" He asked with a devious smile.
"Yes, Daddy! I do!" I almost squealed.
"What would people say?" He said, his eyes fluttering to a close. He was any second now.
"I don't care, Daddy!" I screamed at the verge of breaking myself. "Cum in me, Daddy! Fill me with my own brothers and sister! I want your babies IN ME!"
It was like a floodgate to a damn bursted. What felt like boiling liquid blasted my cervix point blank as he growled in an animalistic roar after slamming balls deep into me.
I shrieked as my pussy seized and contracted out of my control around his cock, fluid spurting around him and soaking the bed. I felt my cervix vacuuming up his seemingly unending flow of cum.
My dad locked my head with his hand and devoured my lips. My legs wrapped around his lower back and my arms around his upper, pulling him deeper into me.
We stayed like that for a long while. Wrapped in each other with him still buried between my legs and his cock keeping my pussy plugged and kissing.
"Daddy." I hummed against his lips.
"What sweetheart?" He asked before continuing.
I parted just enough again, "when are you gonna pull out of me?"
He hummed and smiled. He placed his palm on my stomach, "When it sticks."
I giggled. "Changed your mind I see"
"I did." He beamed.
"And what if they don't?"
"Well," He stroked my hair and his cock have a faint pulse within me. He was kissing my neck up to my ear as his cock slowly began to inflate with life again. "We'll just have to keep trying."
"As many times as it takes, Daddy." I said. "I love you."
Aside from fulfilling my fantasies, I never thought I’d actually be using this sub to post my own experience. Now that I’ve experienced it first hand, I feel like I owe this place some content. Although it took place a few weeks ago, I can’t stop replaying it in my head. Just to clarify I’m 23 and my sister is 25. This is also my first time writing so bare with me.
Every year, my family meets up with relatives from across the country and enjoy a week at our shared vacation cottage. The other families we’re on route to the cottage already.
The day was breezy, hot and full of summer dresses and skin. We were at the airport, picking up my aunt and her daughter. They live in another province so we offered to give them a ride after they flew in. The plan was to pick them up and go straight to the cottage a few hours away. We had already found them and were packing up their luggage into our car.
I was sort of helping but really I was stuck mesmerized by the many attractive girls speckled in the passing crowds. In my head, I thanked the earth for having seasons like summer. Everywhere I’d look there were girls in dresses or short shorts. Legs galore. For a brief moment, I forgot how humid and hot it was. Then I started being thankful for air conditioning.
I tuned back into my family.
“Sorry Sal! this was the best we got”, my dad explained to my aunt. “the van is back home, out of commission. We’ll just have to squish in” Early 90s van, thank God we didn’t take it. What we did have was a decently sized hatchback. As much space as it had though, the combined baggage of all five of us had taken up the whole trunk and at least one human seat.
“You guys are going to have to double up”, my dad finalized.
“Really!? There’s got to be more room in the trunk. We’ll just redo it and tetris a different way”, Gwen said behind her shades. She tried to rotate some bags and squish them tighter into the trunk. She was always determined. We allowed her to try.
I have never thought of my sister in a sexual way. But I’m not afraid to admit that with her summer outfit on top of her sporty figure she was definitely looking good.
Her summer dress was just a couple inches shy of being unclassy, which was the perfect tease for the male gaze. Thanks to her gym subscription and volleyball team her thighs and calves were well developed. Toned enough to show that she put time into her body. Her brunette hair, swayed back and forth in it’s ponytail as she kept trying to push the bags further into space that wasn’t there.
As attractive as she was though, she has always been just my sister. The one who I fought over poptarts with. The one who pulled the age card to win every argument when we were kids. The one I’d fight for space over the couch with. We didn’t hate each other, but we weren’t always close. Which is why this experience to me was unexpected. My incest fantasies never included my own sister.
“Ahh! I tried. Let’s just get out of here. I need to feel the breeze,” she surrendered. The sweat glossed over her fair skin.
“Sorry Gwen! Alright! Everybody in before we get flagged by the police,” my dad chuckled. Even though that was a very real possibility. We we’re lucky that the road to the country side was nearby. Once we get on it, the only traffic we’ll see for hours are other locals heading to their own countryside getaways.
Me and my sister paused before we got in the car. I didn’t know how it was going to work. She looked at me expectingly. “Ryan, you will crush me if you sit on my lap,” she half laughed. “Get in first.” I agreed instantly. She was only 5'3 and I could only guess about 110 lbs while I weighed about 50 lbs more.
The thought of having her on my lap though, at the time, was more of a nuisance and discomfort. Especially for a few hours drive. I sat down on the left side of the car while a huge amount of bags filled the middle seat. Aunt Sally and her daughter Annie doubled up on the other side of it. We could barely see them since the bags almost hit the roof of the car.
Only until my sister sat on my lap did I remember what I was wearing. Or not wearing. I knew the ride was going to be a long one so I wore something comfy. T-shirt and shorts. I also knew we might make it in time to go swimming right away so they were swim shorts. And I was not wearing any underwear.
My shorts clearly lost the battle against the feel of her soft legs and ass. The image of my cock rubbing against a girls ass instantly raced through my mind. My cock twitched. I was weirded out by the thought since It was my sister’s ass triggering them. I tried to shut it out before it got weirder.
“This for three hours. I can’t. Sorry, Ryan. Let’s try this,” Gwen moved forward a bit. Her bum now rested on the edge of my legs. Using them as a ledge to sit on. She was so close to the front passenger seat that she was hugging it. My cock was discouraged but I was relieved. But it also gave me a peak at her rose pink panties, as her dress rode up a bit above her ass. I averted my eyes.
“That’s fine with me. as long as you’re good like that”, I obliged.
The car started. We settled in. Squished in like a bunch of sardines in a can. And we set off.
20 minutes goes by. The sun was still hot, but the wind was giving us some TLC. My sister had plugged in her phone to play her music. She had a good playlist picked out for a summer drive. My parents and my relatives were busy catching up. It was a good drive so far.
“Okay, you’re knees are too bony” Gwen mocked.
“They’re naturally bony”.
She lifted her shades up to her head, showing her bluish green eyes and gave me a face. She leaned back to me and relaxed her body. Clearly she was tensing up while trying to stay in that previous position.
She leaned her head back on my right side. The bags in the middle were big enough to be a pillow on her right. “I should’ve done this earlier! It’s pretty comfy.”
I could feel my legs getting a bit numb. I thought, I just have to do this for a couple hours more. Good god. I leaned my head back too. Our faces were pretty much next to each other. Gwen had a subtle coconut sent. Must be her lotion or shampoo. It was gentle on the nose. As I inhaled, the sent eased my mind a bit but then it continued down to stir my cock.
I was immediately aware again that my cock was pressing up from underneath her. It didn’t help that my sister was wearing a dress. With the way she backed into me, the bottom of her dress was sitting slightly above my waist. So the only thing between my sisters ass and my cock was my shorts and her panties.
The smell of her delightfully stuck in my nose. It was encouraging my cock. I tried to stay still and imagine my cock getting softer. I knew it would be super weird for my sister if she felt me getting hard. but it was at that moment where the road started to get bumpy. The car jerked up a bit.
Our bodies moved with the car. The motions increased the pressure between my and my sister for a moment. Her smooth skin slid against me and my shorts. Her petite body fit perfectly on top of me.
“I forgot how bumpy the road gets here”, Gwen said while readjusting her body. Her hands grabbing the side of the car for support. Her bum wiggled a little, to get back into the position she was in. Her head next to mine. The smell of coconut. Her ass. My cock. God dammit.
“Oh man, my legs are getting numb” I said in the hopes that it would help change the situation.
My sister gave me a nervous look. She clearly was uncomfortable and I think was aware that I was getting harder. In the hopes to make me more comfortable, she adjusted her body. It only egged me on.
“Sorry, just a few more hours. I’m not that heavy. You got this”
For the next few minutes, I just tried hard to distract myself with anything passing by in the scenery. The good thing was that my family were procrastinators. We had to get up super early and pack everything we failed to do the days before. As soon as I knew it, I was falling asleep.
I woke up about more than an hour later. The sun was starting to go down now. The car was quiet; music turned off. I looked around, and everyone else seemed to be sleeping, except my dad of course. My sister was also passed out, her head resting beside me. Her petite body lay comfortable on me with her legs dangling off mine. Her right hand was resting on my arm.
As I regained consciousness, the hard fact that I was fully erect came to realization. Our bodies must’ve adjusted while I was asleep because now my cock was upright in between my belly and my sisters ass cheeks. I knew Gwen did squats too, I could definitely feel the results of them as her ass hugged my cock nicely. I could feel my tip getting wet.
Every now and then, as I tried to control the sensations, the car would hit a bump in the road. And my cock would push up against her ass.
Agony. I could only hope that Gwen didn’t wake up and freak out at me. I looked down to my shorts and could see the tip of my cock peeking up at me. The pee hole of my shorts was slowly opening with the movement of the car. Not good!
All of sudden, she mumbles. I freeze for my life. With her face next to mine, I feel her breath. I feel her swallow. Her chest expands and compresses with every breath. She adjusts slightly and gently moves her ass against my cock. Her hand squeezes my arm. My heart beats faster.
And then nothing.
She was simply turning in her sleep. I remember to start breathing again. Relaxing. I think to myself, I have to get out of this before I explode. In a very awkward attempt to not wake up my sister, I lift her with my pelvis. I try to hold her in that position with my hands as I adjust my cock away from her. And of course, the car jerks up and causes my hands to slip.
My sister’s ass lands hard on my cock. My fully erect cock was now back underneath her ass but also touching the lips of her pussy.
Something was different though. I can feel both her ass and lips hugging me. I can feel it much more. So MUCH more because my cock sprang OUT of my shorts’ pee hole. I silently moan. And having my sister’s thin panties definitely was not helping. With perfect timing, the road began to get more rockier. That told me that we’re almost there. Maybe 20 minutes more. I can do this(LIE). Every few seconds, the car would rumble. My eyes roll back as my cock is massaged between my sisters lips and ass.
I hear my sister mumble again. CRAP
“Uhh we.. ummost..there yeh..”, she attempts to speak, half awake. Her body begins to move and stretch. She inhales, arches her back and lifts her legs a bit to get circulation back. It made her ass hug my cock tighter. And her eyes shoot wide open. She definitely felt it now.
She quickly looks at me. Our faces, so close to each other.
She whispers sharply, “Ry-!”
“-I know, sorry! Natural bodily reaction.” I quietly and plea.
“Dammit, Ryan.” The car continues to rumble. It does a second time. A third. “Crap. So hard…It’s right under my..” She tries to compose herself.
Her eyes close. She quietly moans. The rumbling becomes more consistent. Her hand grabs a hold of my arm.
We stay like this for a few minutes. Our bodies just gyrating together. I can feel her getting wet on top of my cock. Her panties begin to get soaked as the car continues to shake our bodies. The rumbling is making me like a god damn vibrator. She bites her lip and exhales hard. I slowly feel her pussy and ass move along the length of my cock.
I try to hold her steady. I can’t take this shit. Even though she’s my sister, the feeling of my cock being jerked is taking over my mind. I inhale, trying to focus. The smell of coconut. Dammit. So good.
Through the rumbling of the car, me and my sister struggle through the vibrations silently for the next few minutes.
“Oh my goddddd”, Gwen mouths. She looks at me concerned.
“Try to focus on something el..”
The car hits a huge bump in the road. And our side of the car jumps way up. “HOOHHH!” Gwen quietly moans. She throws her head back onto the headrest.
All I could feel was soft wetness.
From that big upheaval, Gwens body lifted high enough for my cock to slide past her panties and for her pussy to swallow me whole. Oh shit! Oh Shit! I’m inside my sister. This soo wrong! I feel her body tense up. Her back arches and her legs shake. She’s cumming. She tries to make out words, but only vowels come out.
After a few seconds, her body releases. She remembers how to breathe.
Her hand squeezes my arm tightly now. The car recovers and continues on to its regular rumbling. My cock now gyrating in Gwen’s pussy. I can see her starting to get red. Her head now resting back, with her eyes closed. Mouth open. She was glowing. Her fingers squeezing and releasing my arm while the walls of her pussy do the same to my cock.
At that very moment, I had crossed to the other side of the fence. For the first time, I saw her as something other than my sister. The idea of having feelings and desires for her as a female now became viable. I knew I was nuts because it was just the situation. But the way her pussy caressed my cock, drove me past the borders I never thought I’d cross. She was fucking beautiful.
“Ry..” She whispered. She tried to maintain a look of concern above the pleasure.
She moans. Her body begins to move more significantly. Intentionally. “I’m sorr.. minds going blank..” She swallows hard.
I understood exactly. I communicated that by sliding my hand under her dress and pressing my hand against her waist. Her skin was smooth. I could feel her wetness in between my subtle thrusts. Yeah, I was thrusting now. Subtly.
The car was gyrating vigorously now. The gravel road was reaching it’s peak. And so we’re we. The noise of the stones beneath us masked our small moans and deep breaths. The wind from outside cooling us down.
Gwen began to gently caress my arm with her fingers. I moved my hand from her waist down to her leg. I caressed it back and forth. Her back now arched but still leaning against me. Her body twitched. She was liking it.
I looked to the rear view mirror, to see if my dad noticed anything. Luckily, there were too many bags around us, shielding any view of our bodies from the front seats. The only thing our dad could see if he turned around was our faces. His eyes were fixed on the violent road. My mom was still asleep.
I took the chance to kiss her neck. Her mouth widens and gives a slight moan. As subtle as my thrusts were, I was pushing harder into her as she pushed down on me. I wanted to go deeper into her. I feel her juices spilling onto my shorts. Her walls were getting tighter.
She inhales deeply, “Hohhh”, her eyes wide open. “Oh fuuckk” she mouths to me. She’s out of breath now, can barely speak. “Keep going…harder”.
I comply. I thrust into her harder. Subtle enough to not be noticed by my dad. I check the mirror again. The car continues to rumble. A big jerk every other second. My cock slides in and out of Gwen so easily. We gain a rhythm. Faster and faster.
She turns her face to me, fully blushing now, and stares intensely. Her eyes shift back and forth between me and my dad and the rear view mirror.
She moves towards me quickly, and kisses me. Her lips so soft. The smell of coconut too. My eyes stay open, fully taken back. The warmth and softness of her lifts sent in a rush of ecstasy. We stopped and looked at each other and then at the rear view mirror. Again we kissed. More passionately. Her tongue greeted my mouth and I greeted back. We finished with that, afraid of getting caught. But we continued fucking.
My sister turns to my ear, “I’m on the pill”.
My mind went crazy. She was giving me permission to cum inside her. I began to thrust faster. Harder. The car continued rumbling.
I watched her close her eyes, her mouth open. Her body was tensing and push down on me hard to make up for the lack of thrusting we could do. My crotch and shorts were now soaked. Thank god for the windows still being open. The smell of sex came off us and exited through the window.
With my cock still pushing hard gyrating inside of her, Gwen begins to tense. Again, her breathing quickens. I can feel it coming. Her pussy begins to squeeze me tightly and her hands reach up into my hair. I can’t fight it. I can feel myself about to cum. So I thrust harder into her.
She takes a sudden inhale, “Hohhhh” She squeezes me tighter than ever. Her body convulses. Her legs press firmly against mine. Her eyes roll to the back of her head. A strong silent moan comes from her open mouth.
As her convulsions happen, her lips grip my cock so hard. I thrust my hardest, deeper into her as I lose it in the big climax. My hands grip her waist as her hold her in place. Her hands reach for balance. My cock continues pulsing inside her. I feel my cum fill her up and drip out of her pussy and onto my shorts.
“oh my god yessssss!” She quivers and I’m still pulsing.
For the next few minutes we just sit there. I feel her muscles twitch every now and then. Her head rests on my shoulder as I caress her body under her dress. She kisses me on the cheek quickly.
I catch her smiling and satisfied. We look at each other, acknowledging what just happened. We both understood that our relationship has just changed for ever. And for the better maybe.
The rumbling comes to a stop. “Made it! Finally here, everyone!” Dad announces. The cottage towers over our car. The other relatives we’re already inside, moving about.
Perfect timing. Me and my sister get out of the car as quickly and discretely as possible while trying to hide the mess we made on each other. I cover up as much as I can.
My sister sprints to the cottage, “Gotta use the bathroom! Full bladder!” she announces to everybody. I watch her legs and her ass.
My thought immediately went to what will happen in the next few days. Me and my sister are sharing rooms.
That weekend me and my sister explored this new thing we had going on. There were a few hickups during the stay since there were a lot of relatives there. But sorry guys that was the first part. I ran out of time, I’m supposed to be up early tomorrow. But I’ll try to continue soon.
about three months after my girlfriend kate and i moved in together, my sister liz came to stay with us for a bit. kate was excited we got to debut the guest room she'd so relentlessly curated, and i was happy to see my sister for an extendedish period of time, as she was very much a rolling stone, never anywhere for long.
she showed up at our place with a backpack -- she'd literally hiked and hitch-hiked to us. she'd been living out of the backpack, both camping and staying in hotels and air bnbs, for 8 months straight. she gave me a big hug-- she felt so skinny. she smelled like patchouli and clean sweat and weed. so, her usual.
she left her backpack by the door when she came in so she could sit and chat with me and kate for a while -- we all had a beer and she peppered us with questions about how we were and what we'd been up to. we barely got a chance to ask her anything. after an hour or so, she said, "i haven't showered in a week, you can probably tell--"
"honestly not really," kate said, sort of shocked but also impressed. "but the bathroom is right over there. i put new towels out."
liz went in there without going back for her backpack. i was not at all surprised when, 25 minutes later, she emerged from our bathroom in a cloud of steam, completely naked. "that's a great shower," she said. "great water pressure!"
i looked at kate, who was sort of staring in disbelief at liz's naked body. she looked like a thinner version of her usual self, to me. she was somewhat sunburned, very tan, her legs were scraped up as usual. her nipples were pierced (they had been since she was 18). her pubic hair was trimmed and shaved down to a small patch well above her clit, and her tanlines were especially prominent in this area -- a very pale triangle with a variety of bikini strap lines showing along her hips. i was extremely used to seeing my sister naked, and as she padded off for her backpack, kate surmised as much.
"so i guess you guys ARE really close," she said. she didn't seem mad, but she did seem surprised.
"hippie family," i said. i had grown up seeing my mom and sister naked constantly. the last time i'd visited home my mom had literally hopped into the shower with me.
liz came back into the room in a pair of pink panties and a t-shirt and asked if we wanted to go out or stay home and get stoned. kate elected to stay home and get stoned.
liz had some powerful weed in her pack, which we smoked and giggled about on the floor of the living room. she told us about her last few months of travels, all over the US and Mexico.
"how do you pay for stuff?"
"well, very low overhead," liz said, gesturing at her backpack. "but also onlyfans, of course,"
kate choked. "really?"
"yeah," liz said nonchalantly. her eyes flicked to me like, why haven't you told your girlfriend, is it ok if i tell your girlfriend, etc. i just smiled. it was all gonna come out sooner or later. "i've done onlyfans for like five years."
"wow," kate said. "but like, what do you do?"
liz laughed. "well the main thing is getting naked. sometimes i do videos where i just walk around naked. sometimes indoors, sometimes out in the woods. i always film myself in the shower. i masturbate, i have sex."
"you have sex on camera?"
"yeah," liz said.
"with who?"
"guys i meet. it used to be easier on onlyfans but now if they're not also in the system you can't post them. so you have to be sneakier. get your fans to tip you and you send them a link from google drive."
"and they know...?"
"well yeah," liz said, laughing. "most guys are pretty excited if you ask them if they want to film porn with you."
"did you... film in our shower?"
"yessss," liz said. "i haven't posted it yet. but i am thinking i'll call it like, 'shaving my bikini line with my brother's girlfriend's razor.'"
kate barked a nervous, shocked laugh. "i do like--" she blushed and stopped.
"what?" liz said. "you can tell me anything."
"i like your bush," kate said in a quiet, nervous voice. "i noticed it earlier."
"thanks," she said. "it's sort of utilitarian. smooth in the high friction places when i'm hiking a lot. but a little on top for style and comfort. what do you do?"
"i just shave everything. it's boring," kate said.
"i'm sure it's not. let's see it."
kate blushed. liz giggled. "come on, i'm gonna see it if i'm staying here for a while." and then liz pulled her pink panties off and said, "here, i'll get mine out too. pussy party."
to my surprise, kate stood up, and pulled off her jeans and plain white panties, all in one go.
"hot," liz said. "you have a porn star pussy."
kate blushed, and knelt on the floor again, now bottomless.
"your turn sean," liz said. "whip it out. you shaving your balls these days?"
kate giggled and cooed nervously. i took off my pants and boxers and let my half-hard cock and shaved balls out for air.
"hey big sean," liz said, grinning. "okay. we have passed the genitalia barrier. we can all live much more easily now."
"you have seen sean's cock before though?" kate asked.
"hippie family," liz said.
i was glad she was not more specific. i was glad she didn't tell kate about the wild beach parties we had with our friends when we were in our late teens and early 20s. liz was only a year younger than me. we had the same friends. and we'd get drunk and stoned around a bonfire and i'd literally be getting my cock sucked by a friend while liz was bouncing on a friend's dick five feet away from me. i was glad liz didn't tell her about the games we'd play when me and several other guys would all jerk off at the same time, trying to see who could shoot our cum the furthest, while liz and other girls pulled out their tits to cheer us on. i was glad liz didn't tell her about the time her older boyfriend (he was 25, i was 20, liz was 19) got a hotel room and we went -- along with my girlfriend -- over there for the night for a drug-fueled orgy, and how, at one point my very-high girlfriend had started sucking liz's boyfriend's cock, and how we'd watched and then liz had shrugged and gone down on me. and i'd cum in her mouth and she'd swallowed it and stood up and whispered in my ear "that tasted so fucking good," and then went over and moved my girlfriend off of her boyfriend and mounted his cock, and he'd said, "you're SO wet, holy fuck" and she'd looked over at me and winked. and i was glad that liz didn't tell her that waking up in the morning (only her bf was hungover -- our younger bodies were so resilient and conditioned to partying) , i'd tried to apologize to liz, saying it had been a mistake to fool around like that, and she'd wrapped her hand around my cock over my boxers and said she was grateful for the experience and wouldn't change a thing.
and i was glad liz didn't tell her that once, when i was 23 and going through a terrible breakup, liz had come over to my apartment in the middle of the night and fucked me on my couch. reverse cowgirl, sort of mercinary, like she was just trying to drain my balls for my mental health. she'd sat me down on the couch, pulled down my boxers, and told me to get hard. then she'd pulled her dress over her head. she'd been wearing nothing underneath. at the time i remember she was shaved fully. she'd sat down on my still flaccid cock and grinded around on it. i remember the feeling of her firm ass, her wet lips. i got hard and she stuck me right inside herself and started pounding. at one point i popped out and she gasped and put me back in and then took my hands and put them on her tits to steady her and resumed pounding. and i remember telling her i was gonna cum and she said "good" and so i did, just unloaded several ropes inside of her.
she'd rolled off of me and had lit a cigarette and laid there with her legs open leaking. she asked me if i felt any better and i said yes and she said, "well, i'd hope so. next time a girl breaks your heart you can fuck me in the ass."
Warning! ⚠️ This post includes Fauxcest! This is between fully Consenting adults.
I may not have favored the toy I got but I still like the idea of Dad making me take his cock. Cooing as I whine and pant under him because it's too big. Finding how overwhelmed and nervous I am by the new feeling so cute. This new experience for me only makes him wanna keep pushing his length into me. That's just the tip... He moans softly as my eyes widen. I wanna tap out so bad, I can't. I can't take cock, I whine and try not to tear up.
Shhh, you will take dads cock. He slowly starts trying to push in more. A hand keeping my hips in place and another petting my cheek. I grab his wrist with one of my own and soft hit his chest with the other. My pants get harsher as long as my whining, it's too big. You just need to get used to it, he hooks his thumb into my mouth. Little girls like you listen to their father's, he grunts. Gonna give you a second...can't even push another inch in your so damn tight. He leans down and nuzzles into my neck, see? Dad's know what's best for their daughters.
Once I start to relax he suddenly pushes more in, making me gasp, and a whine. Easy, princes...my poor baby...promise it will feel so good soon. He sits up again and pulls his thumb out of my mouth. Only to bring it to my clit and play with it. Pushing down and bringing a small moan to my lips as he groans this time. Strangling dads cock with that pretty hole, he slowly starts to fuck me. His length isn't completely in yet but my body is shaking. I won't be able to take the whole thing, I whimper. He stops for a second and my body quivers for a minute. I can't control the noises from my mouth. Maybe not today...but soon you will.
i know it’s too much, sweetheart. that’s why i’m holding your hips still, so you don’t run from what you begged for.
you just came. hard. your first orgasm leaving you shaking, gasping for air. and now my fingers are still inside you. still moving. pushing you toward a second one that you’re not sure your body can handle.
you trying to squirm away. hips twisting. trying to escape. but my grip is firm. hands on your hips. keeping you exactly where i want you. “where do you think you’re going, baby?”
“it’s too much, i can’t—” your voice breaking. tears already forming. the sensitivity making every curl of my fingers feel electric. overwhelming.
“aww, poor baby. it’s too much?” mocking gently. pumping my fingers. curling them deep. “then why is your pussy taking my fingers so well? why are you so wet, sweetheart?”
you whimpering. no answer. because i’m right. your body is responding even though you’re protesting. “if i pulled my fingers out right now, you’d beg for them back, wouldn’t you?”
pulling them almost all the way out. you gasping. hips chasing my hand without thinking. “see? knew it.” sliding them back in. three fingers. filling you. “such a desperate thing.”
my other hand moving to your breast. pinching your nipple. rolling it between my fingers. you crying out. “please, i just came—” “i know you did, baby. i was there. and now you’re going to cum again.”
thumb finding your clit. rubbing circles. fingers pumping inside you. other hand playing with your nipples. alternating between them. pinching. tugging gently.
“you said you couldn’t cum more than once, remember?” curling my fingers. hitting that spot. “but look at you now. already getting close again. were you lying to me, baby? or are you just that easy?”
you sobbing. shaking your head. “i’m not close—” “oh, you’re not?” stopping all movement. fingers still inside but not moving. hand leaving your breast. “then i guess i’ll stop.”
you whimpering. hips trying to move. to get friction. “that’s what i thought.” starting again. pumping my fingers. rubbing your clit. “poor baby can’t make up her mind. is it too much or do you need more?”
“both… it’s both…” you crying. overstimulated. “aww, that’s so hard for you, isn’t it?” condescending. affectionate yet mocking. “your body wants to cum so bad but it’s all so sensitive. must be so confusing for you, sweetheart.”
bringing my wet fingers from your pussy to your mouth. “open.” you obeying. taking my fingers in. sucking them clean. tasting yourself. “good girl. taste how wet you are. taste how much your body wants this even though you’re crying about it.”
sliding my fingers back inside you. three again. filling you completely. other hand back to your nipples. pinching harder this time. you moaning around my fingers still in your mouth. “look at you. taking my fingers in both holes. such a good little slut for me.”
pulling my fingers from your mouth. using that hand to hold your hip again. keeping you still. the other hand alternating between fucking you and rubbing your clit. you getting closer. building faster than you thought possible.
“please… please i’m so close…” “already? but i thought you couldn’t cum again?” teasing. mocking gently. “i thought it was too much for you, baby.”
curling my fingers. hitting that spot over and over. thumb pressing hard on your clit. “go ahead then. prove yourself wrong. cum for me like the desperate little thing you are.”
you breaking. cumming hard around my fingers. clenching. moaning loudly. crying. me not stopping. keeping the same pace. pushing you right through it. “that’s two. let’s go for three.”
“no! i can’t, not again—” you sobbing now. completely oversensitive. trying desperately to close your legs. to escape. me forcing them open. “you can. and you will.”
both hands on you now. one fucking you relentlessly. fingers pumping fast. curling. the other hand pinching your nipple hard. you crying out. overwhelmed. “poor baby. so sensitive but still so wet for me. your body just doesn’t know when to quit, does it?”
“please, it hurts—” “it doesn’t hurt, sweetheart. you’d use your safeword if it hurt. this is just overstimulating. there’s a difference.” pressing harder on your clit. “and you’re going to take it.”
bringing my hand from your breast to your mouth again. “suck.” you opening. taking my fingers. me fucking your mouth with them while my other hand fucks your pussy. “there you go. keep that mouth busy so you stop whining.”
pumping my fingers faster inside you. rougher now. your third orgasm building impossibly fast. the overstimulation making everything heightened. pulling my fingers from your mouth so you can breathe. so you can moan properly.
“look at you. crying and shaking and still taking my fingers so perfectly. if i told you to beg for more right now, you would, wouldn’t you?”
you shaking your head. “liar.” curling my fingers hard. you gasping. “your pussy is literally dripping on my hand, baby. you’re clenching so tight. you’re about to cum a third time and you still want to pretend you don’t want this?”
pinching your nipple again. hard. the pain mixing with pleasure. you moaning. getting so close. “please… please i need—” “need what? need to cum again? the third time you said was impossible?”
“yes! please let me cum!” you begging now. completely broken down. “aww, there it is. there’s my honest baby.” pumping faster. rubbing your clit frantically. “go ahead, angel. cum for me. show me what a desperate mess you are.”
you tipping over again. cumming so hard you’re almost screaming. shaking. clenching rhythmically. completely wrecked. me finally slowing. gentling. carefully pulling my fingers out.
you collapsing. sobbing. exhausted. me immediately switching. pulling you into my arms. tone completely different now. soft. loving. “shh, sweetheart. you’re okay. you did so well. so so well.”
holding you close. stroking your hair. your back. “you were perfect, baby. absolutely perfect. took everything i gave you.” kissing your forehead. your cheeks. wiping your tears. “such a good girl for me.”
you curling into me. “that was intense…” “i know, baby. but you did it. three times. you were so beautiful and good for me .” continuing to soothe you. praise you. “i’m so proud of you, sweetheart. so proud.”
you finally catching your breath. looking up at me. cheeks read, body overstimulated and exhausted. “i didn’t think i could get to 3…” “but you did, baby. your body is amazing. and you trusted me to push you. that means everything.”
Could I get an order of doting big brother getting his little sister concert tickets and she’s eager to reward him? She’d been yapping about wanting to go to the concert for weeks so when he surprises her with tickets she screams in excitement. She’s jumping on him kissing him and saying “thank you!” over and over. She picks out matching outfits for them and even though her big bro doesn’t fully get her excitement he’s just happy to dote on her and make her happy. Before they get ready to leave she takes his pants off and he’s confused and she said “I wanted to give you a little thank you and I could use a snack before we go.” She sucks his cock so deep and he’s moaning, playing with her hair, and fucking into her mouth. She swallows the whole load and smiles up at him. “There’s more after the concert if you’re a good big brother!” He’s so sweet with her the entire night and they have a wonderful time. When they get back they have such a sweet and passionate session.~🫠(Rex)
He walks into her room with the biggest smile, what? She laughs and sits up in her bed to look at him. I have to show you something, he steps into her room and passes her his phone. She looks at it and gasps, are you serious? She looks up at him with wide eyes and he nods. Surprise! I know you really wanted to go so I pulled some strings- he gets caught off guard by her jumping into his arms. Wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a kiss. Best big bro ever! She squeals and kisses him repeatedly.
He laughs and tries to keep up with the kisses. They aren't even landing on his lips anymore she's just excited. He hugs her and finally gives her a proper kiss, she pulls away with a giggle. Can we match? Pretty please? Please please please- we can! He smiles, I wouldn't say no to matching with you little sis. He sighs and shakes his head playfully, don't get how you get so excited. It's my favorite band! She says in a duh tone, and I'm going with the best big brother. She smiles before giving him another kiss.
The day of the concert they are the cutest! Matching in their own styles and little sis is basically bouncing off the walls. Calm down! Big brother laughs before grabbing her. Making her stand in front of her, you made me get ready so early. Well I don't wanna be late and I'm craving something before we go. She giggles and looks at him while she starts undoing his belt. Sis what are you- just let me do this, she drops to her knees. This is a good thank you for this night, big brother moans at the sight. Sis you don't have to, he pushes hair out of her face. I did this because I wanted you to enjoy not to- he takes a sharp breath when she kisses his cock.
I know, not because you wanted anything back. She strokes his cock, but I wanna give you this. She licks his cock while looking up at him. I wanna give this to my big brother, she kisses his cock a couple times before pulling the tip into her mouth. Big brother moans and softly grabs her hair. Fine, just...be good or we won't go anywhere. He watches his little sis take more of his cock into his mouth. Easy, he groans when she pushes herself to the hilt. Her pretty eyes water up as she pulls away. Spit and precum coating her lips so it's not just lip gloss making them glossy. We'll make it in time, she strokes his cock. That's why I had us get ready early, she giggles before going back to sucking on his cock.
Big brother leans on a while as she's sucking him, good little sis...so good for me, deserves everything she wants. He moans as he feels himself getting closer, fuck I don't wanna mess up your clothes or make up. He whines then gasps when she goes back to deep throating him. Fuck! Making him cum down her throat and she swallows it all. Pulling away with a line of spit and cum. Looking up at him with a smile, yummy. She giggles and stands up, more after the concert big bro! She fixes her lips before pecking his. Come on or we'll be late! She rushes off to the car with a big smile.
At the concert she spends most of the time dancing in his arms. Giving him kisses every now and later. Thanking him repeatedly for everything and making this happen. Once they are on their way out before he can get in the front seat she's stopping him. Backseat...this area is pretty secluded, she smiles and pulls him to the back. Climbing into his lap and barely closing the door before kissing him. Wanna be so good for you big bro...you've been so good for me. She trails kisses down his neck as she grinds against him. Baby sis...i don't think- please? Promise we won't get caught, just love and need you. She whines, got me high on dopamine. She laughs softly and moves her hips quicker.
Big brother moans and grabs her hips tightly, needy girl. They go back to kissing as they dry hump, fuck ...one round. Big bro moans as she goes back to his neck. Then I get you properly at home, she nods and quickly goes to pull her panties to the side from under her skirt. You always do, she giggles as he pulls out his cock. She grinds against it for a second, making sure it's wet before sinking on it. Moaning softly and leaning her forehead on her big brothers. Both of them panting as they get used to the feeling. I can't wait, she moans and starts bouncing on his cock. Thank you, thank you, thank you. She whines as she rides him, such a good big brother. Fuck, best Big brother! She kisses him with need.
Big brother is moaning and looking around making sure no one notices. Good little sisters get good things, he grabs her tits over her shirt and bra. You've been so good I can't help but spoil, he starts fucking up into her making her shiver and moan. Fuck your going to make me cum already, she whines and leans into his neck. He grabs her hips tightly and fucks into her at a slightly different angle. Making her squeal then bite down into his neck. Pulling away when he moans, thank you! She hugs him tightly as she cums on his cock. She tightens around him making his own orgasm cum. Filling her pretty cunt with cum, they sit there shaking, and panting. Love you so much, she snuggles into him with a tired laugh. He matches her and hugs her tighter.
