Isn’t It Too Big

by Naomi Penn

  “Yes, just show me what he did!” she shouted, her fingers gripping powerfully into the couch cushions. Her body was quivering with a burning desire. She was so ready, so horny, so desperate for it. Rebecca wanted to know what it felt like to have a needy mouth sucking on her southern lips.

  There lingered a tense, eternal moment… with Carolyn’s mouth positioned directly above the young pussy. Rebecca cast her gaze downward, still biting her lip, shaking with anticipation. She was so ready to not only see, but feel her fantasy come to life.

  “Go on, Carolyn… Show me what he did!”

  The older woman smiled, lowering her face down, letting her mouth press against the naughty lips of her best friend’s daughter. Oh… how juicy and tasty they were through the panties. This pitiful wall of clothing could do nothing to hold back the liquid gushing out from Rebecca and finding its way into the wanton throat of Carolyn as she swallowed it all, quite greedily.

  She ran her tongue over the entire length. Feeling the juicy slit on either side of her dipping spoon, stopping at the top to lick roughly on Rebecca’s wee little pleasure button. She dug that tongue in deep and hard, eliciting a loud moan from the young girl. It was an amazing feeling to Rebecca – finally having something other than her own hand being touched on her most precious, erotic zone.

  Carolyn refused to relent, as she licked on and on, top to bottom over and over. Her mistress was writhing like a mad-woman. It was too much to take lying still. She just had to move about and release the sexual tension in her body.

  “What next, Carolyn! What did he do next!” Rebecca shouted at last, wishing with all her might that the boyfriend did something quite naughty… There seemed to be a good chance that he was about to.

  “He took this off, sexy girl,” Carolyn instructed, already grabbing at the panties.

  Rebecca was kind enough to shoot her hips into the air with a miraculous speed, reaching down to remove them herself. They were tossed aside without a second thought – some soggy, sex scented memorabilia to be collected later.

  And there it was… Carolyn’s eyes lit up with an inextinguishable craving, staring down at the fully exposed and utterly tempting pussy belonging to the young woman. It was the prettiest she had ever set her gaze upon – and soon her tongue… The thick, meaty sex curtains begging to be devoured. And devoured, they would be.

  Rebecca didn’t need to ask this time. Carolyn was already on her way back down.

  “This is what he did…” she said, putting her tongue on the upper portion of that delicious looking cunt.

  The antsy girl began to pant and moan loudly, her chest heaving with rapid, shallow breaths. Rebecca’s feet began to jitter and shake. The girl was so ready for it all… so, so ready.

  And the insatiable Carolyn was all too willing to deliver her most devilish fantasy. She sucked the southern lips of Rebecca into her mouth, grinding them gently against her teeth. Unspeakable sounds began to emit from the young lass, now gyrating her hips in tune with the debauched tongue slipping in and out of her pussy.

  The taste was irresistible to Carolyn… she had waited for so long to ravage her best friend’s daughter, and now it was actually taking place – here she was with her tongue buried in the depths of that remarkable, untouched slit. The precum flowing heavily… draining into her mouth, devouring it with a gluttonous tongue that lashed out, asking for more (a demand which was being met beyond all expectations).

  Great, big, long licks with her fleshy dipping spoon from the base of Rebecca’s slit to the very top – flicking across the clitoris for an added sensation – which caused the burgeoning girl to squirm endlessly. A delightful, gratifying touch. But evidently, the young woman was desirous of something a bit more filling.

  “What next?” she gasped, still closing her eyes tightly, thrashing about to remove her own bra and fondle the nipples.

  “You want to know how he penetrated my pussy, Rebecca?” the older woman asked with a sensuous tone.

  “Yes, show me please!”

  “He went like this,” and here Carolyn once again placed her groin on the thigh of Rebecca, straddling the leg. “I could feel his cock, hard and stiff, just pressing against my pussy. Oh god, I remember that thick thing… He was in between my legs when he reached down to grab his dick and line it up with my lips.”

  “Is that what he did?” Rebecca gasped, still squeezing and groping her own breasts.

  “Yes, he placed his cock against my pussy and…” Carolyn stuck her index finger gently against the southern slit of Rebecca as she spoke, simulating the boyfriend’s cock. “He kissed me hard and long, and when that was done, he asked me… Are you ready?”

  “Yes! Yes, I am ready! Yes!” Rebecca cried out in a hushed whisper.

  Now it was Carolyn’s turn to bite her lip as she looked down at the beautiful girl, begging to be fucked.

  “I told him yes, just like you did. And then I felt his slickened cock push forward, spreading my lips apart… the first time I’d ever had anything penetrating my pussy.”

  Carolyn’s finger drove forward just as she said the words, splitting the supple, moist lips, sliding farther in.

  “Fuck me…” Rebecca was repeating rapidly under her breath. “Fuck me… fuck me…”

  And so Carolyn did just that – pushing that debauched finger in, kissing Rebecca on the lips, and grinding her own wet cunt on the girl’s leg. She penetrated that pussy over and over, gliding against the walls, pleasuring Rebecca beyond her wildest imagination – all the while, that young woman’s head was filled with fantasies of Carolyn’s first sexual encounter, feeling her boyfriend’s cock banging into her virgin pussy.

  “He fucked me, just like this,” Carolyn moaned. “He fucked me so good, sexy girl. Just like this!”

  She continued to ram her finger inside with an ever increasing pace. Rebecca’s body began to quiver uncontrollably. The girl was losing her mind, driven mad with lust. She was approaching the point of explosion. Just thinking about having that cock inside her was enough to bring about an orgasm – but Carolyn’s skillful finger and sensual lips certainly didn’t hurt – not to mention her own pussy being pleasured on the young woman’s thigh, grinding steadily along, rubbing her clit on the skin.

  Nothing but loud gasps and heavy sighs could be heard. A quiet squishing noise each time Carolyn drove her finger forward.

  “He rammed his cock in me so good, sexy girl,” Carolyn whispered, feeling herself near the point of cumming. She couldn’t help but relish the idea of orgasming on the daughter of her best friend. To feel her own liquids burst out, set free onto the bare leg. But she focused on fingering the young girl, desperate to be her first.

  “God yes, Carolyn! Did he cum in you?” Rebecca whined, so close to finding her relief.

  “Yes, sexy girl,” Carolyn whispered. “He came in me so hard, I could feel that sperm rocking my world. He filled me with so much cum, I was overflowing for a week.”

  “Do it to me, show me…”

  And so Carolyn found the rhythm she had been searching for. She inserted that finger again and again, at the perfect pace, and the perfect place.

  “Oh my god!” Rebecca exclaimed. “Am I cumming? I’m fucking cumming, Carolyn! Don’t stop!”

  The young woman’s legs tensed from hip to toe. She braced herself against the couch, losing herself in the pleasure of it all, and at last… Rebecca felt the sensation she had been wishing for! A sudden, powerful and intense orgasm – a burst of incomprehensible satisfaction overtaking her wildly spasming body – a look of pure elation written across her face. She bit her lip once again, blinded by the sheer release of it all. Rebecca could feel her juices rushing out of the still quivering southern lips… a sensation that didn’t end for at least half a minute, as Carolyn continued to rub her fingers in and out, stroking the clit with her thumb.

  And it was while staring down at this picture (the quivering mistress with her cum dripping out onto the couch) that Carolyn felt he
r own pussy erupt with pleasure, grinding along the leg of Rebecca. She rocked long and hard, forcing herself to hump the bare leg, leaking her own love liquids down onto the flesh, moaning loudly as she did so.

  “Fucking hell!” Rebecca gushed, taking sight of Carolyn’s lewd action. “Did you just cum?!”

  “Just like that,” Carolyn laughed as she fell beside her best friend’s daughter, seated on the couch. They plummeted deep into the cushions, out of breath and filled with bliss.

  “Oh my god, Carolyn,” Rebecca said at last. “That was amazing! Thank you so much!”

  “No problem, Rebecca,” her friend replied. “But let’s just keep this between ourselves, shall we? We wouldn’t want your mother worrying about your newfound sexual freedom, would we?”

  “No,” Rebecca smiled sinisterly. “So long as you keep giving me these lessons!”

  “Hmm, well if you don’t mind letting this old gal teach you a few more! You can schedule an appointment with me any time, even outside of normal office hours!”

  They shared a laugh together, before leaning in for a final passionate kiss.

  Story 28

  “Just remember Claudia,” he said to me as I walked out the door with keys in hand. “Be back by midnight. That’s my only rule while you’re staying here. Just think of it like Cinderella – your curfew is midnight!”

  Those were his last words before I left this evening…

  Being a young college girl on vacation though, I kind of took it lightly. Some fairy tale warning? I think not!

  His name was Dr. Thorpe – the mature, well respected doctor. Our parents had been good friends before they had moved away. So, when I came to this town on break from school, my dad had called Dr. Thorpe and the topic of me staying at his home instead of wasting money on a hotel had come up. Obviously, I decided to sleep at his residence. Of course! It was totally free, why wouldn’t I.

  He wasn’t an overly strict man of the house – sure, he had his little outbursts now and then but who doesn’t, right? Dad did warn me that he could have his moments of obedience, whatever that meant. But overall Dr. Thorpe seemed to be pretty lenient. That’s why I didn’t pay much attention to his curfew rule. That and because I wasn’t 16 years old anymore. I was 19 and on my own. I’d had my fill of the stupid curfew laws handed out by parents long ago. And while, yes, I was a guest at his house and I should have obeyed his instructions… it just didn’t seem like that big of a deal.

  That’s why when I looked down at my phone tonight and saw the time was 2:30am… Just a couple of hours past the magical midnight number, it didn’t concern me all that much. I just finished making out with the hot guy I’d met downtown and decided to return back to Dr. Thorpe’s house. He’d probably be in bed sleeping, anyway. It wouldn’t be overly difficult for me to tiptoe through the home without disturbing him. My cell phone has a light. I do that kind of thing all the time, it’s no big deal.

  His home was pretty barren, too, despite being fancy as hell. He seemed to spend his money on large items, not so many knick knacks all around. There wouldn’t be much for me to bump into or knock over. But, knowing my luck… the odds were if there was anything, I would find it!

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  The keys jiggled quietly as I fumbled around, trying to remember which one was for Dr. Thorpe’s front door. Eventually I managed to guess correctly – as the door opened without a sound and I stepped inside making sure to hold the keys tightly, so they wouldn’t make a noise. Pitch black… a little darker and ominous than I had remembered. The liquor from earlier, which was now heavily flowing through my system, didn’t help the situation. My legs were a little wobblier than I would have liked.

  And just as I reached into my pocket to pull out the phone and light my way, I heard a voice speak out from the blackness.

  “Well, Claudia,” it said.

  Even though it should have been obvious, it did take me a moment or two to realize that it was probably Dr. Thorpe sitting somewhere in the shadowy expanse. I couldn’t be sure where the words came from, so I remained motionless.

  “Hello?” I asked.

  “Get a look at the time, did you Claudia?” the voice replied.

  “Mr. Thorpe?” I stuttered.

  “It's Doctor Thorpe, thank you,” he corrected me.

  There was the sound of movement coming from across the room, and a moment later the ceiling light flicked on. My eyes, being unaccustomed to the brightness, squinted tightly almost to the point of being shut entirely. But from between my thick lashes, I could see a hulking figure walking in front of me. As my eyes adjusted it became clear that the person, Dr. Thorpe, had seated himself on the sofa.

  “I said,” he grunted,” do you know what time it is?”

  The man had his head lowered slightly, with those masculine hands steepled at chest level. There wasn’t so much as the hint of a smile within 1,000 miles.

  “Umm,” I stalled, “I’m… I’m not sure?”

  “Well, Claudia, I’ll clue you in, dear.” Here Dr. Thorpe pointed one finger to the nearby wall clock, all the while staring, unblinkingly at my body. “After midnight, we can see. Well after midnight, we can see. Can’t we?”

  “I’m really sorry, Dr. Thorpe. I guess I kind of just forgot… I’m so sorry,” I used every feminine trick I could think of – twisting my body to the side, pouting my big lips, and scrunching my face as if tears might come bursting out at any second.

  “You should be. I told you midnight, did I not? You willfully disobeyed me.” Dr. Thorpe spoke with a cold tone, apparently immune to my sad-girl routine.

  “I know! But I didn’t, Dr. Thorpe, I swear! I just forgot, things got carried away I guess,” came my hurried reply.

  “Oh ho!” He laughed, tinges of malice in the cackle. “Things just got carried away, did they? Just got carried, you guess?” Dr. Thorpe shrugged his shoulders in a mocking fashion.

  “Yeah, I guess…” Here my shoulders shrugged slowly as well, my head tilting to one side with an oops expression on my face.

  The man’s hands were steepled above his chest again, making me feel like a misbehaved child who was in the process of being scolded for writing on the walls.

  “Well, that’s just fine young Claudia. But, now you’ve got us both up in the middle of the night for no reason other than you couldn’t follow a simple rule. It’s okay to be sorry, but there are still consequences for our actions. You must know that.”

  Consequences? I didn’t have any idea what he meant or planned to do. Was he going to ground me? Yeah, that’s a joke. I’d just pack up my bags and go stay in some rundown hotel rather than play daddy’s little girl to this handsome rich man. I don’t care if he is good-looking. There are lots of good looking men in the world; and I don’t have to put up with this crap to find one. Although, on the other hand… it was the middle of the night and I was pretty damn tired. So, I thought I’d play along just until the morning at least.

  “You want to punish me, Dr. Thorpe?” I asked.

  “Not want,” he told me. “Am. I am going to punish you. I’m not sure how your family runs things in your house – but in mine there are rules and consequences. If you break the first, you get the second.”

  “That’s understandable,” I said. “I’m still really sorry for being late.”

  Dr. Thorpe leaned forward in the chair and here I saw his eyes scan my body from head to toe, as if he was deliberating what sentence should be handed out for my transgression.

  “I’m glad you find it all so reasonable, Claudia. Now…” his fingers tapped together at the tips. “What should your punishment consist of?”

  “…I, I don’t know Dr. Thorpe,” I shrugged.

  “Well, since you’re up and about already, why don’t we have you do some housecleaning. Yes, that sounds good.”

  “You want me to… clean your house?” I questioned, feeling annoyed yet somewhat relieved by the judgment.

  “Yep. You’re a nice loo
king girl. You could probably do well learning how to clean a man’s house. It might come in handy for you later in life,” he grinned.

  So, he’s a bit sexist as well as tyrannical! Though it wasn’t the end of the world. I mean, as long as he didn’t whip out some maid attire for me to wear as I went around dusting…

  “Ok, Dr. Thorpe,” I smiled cheerfully, squeezing my boobs together with both elbows. “Where should I start?”

  “You’re a college girl,” he said, “I’m sure you can look around and see what needs to be done.”