Arousing Family

by Emelia Andersen

  Whispering into her ear I said, "Mia look at Ling's nipple grow but I bet you've seen it even bigger than that, haven't you Mai?"

  "Uh huh," was all Mia said but the rising heat in her voice as she tried to speak was showing.

  "Tell me Mai do her nipples get much bigger?"

  Mia didn't answer but just kept staring at her sister and nodded her head as a response.

  "Mia honey, tell me how does that big nipple feel and taste in your pretty mouth?"

  Mia made no response except a series of moans as her eyes were locked on her sister's ever more erotic performance and obviously without thinking licked her lips vigorously.

  Maintaining my assault I added, "I bet she has a pretty tasty pussy too, tell me is it all trimmed nice?"

  Still no answer but I kept it up, "tell me honey is it tasty too, I'd love to lick it with you, all right?"

  I believe Ling had heard our banter and responded by massaging her breast and humping her hand with a new found passion. Ling had her eyes closed and her tongue added tons of saliva to her fire red painted lips as she licked them in a non-stopping almost trance like tempo.

  I could see Mia's eyes were so locked onto every erotic inch and movement of her sister that she was pretty much incoherent to anything else around her. Realizing that I wanted more than visual satisfaction and idle banter I reached under her Mia's arm and letting the actions Ling was exercising on her right nipple be my guide I decided to duplicate them on Mia's left.

  Having never touched either sister sexually although I had hoped that giving the right situation it might just happen until then it hadn't taken place and I was shocked as Mia pushed her tit into my hand implying she liked what I was doing. Now with Mia's soft tit was in my hand and her nipple in my fingers coping the tempo that her sister Ling set, Mia responded by increasing her self-satisfying ride on my cock as she snuggled into me.

  Ling now was so heavily into her performance that she had morphed completely into another person, some sort of world famous sex object or something when she took her performance to the next level. Ling stepped closer, mere inches from Mia and I, put her right foot on a small hassock that was at our feet and mentally stepped into the starring role of a porno production that was playing out before our eyes.

  Sometime much later I learned that as Ling watching me feel up her sister plus being able to hear me whisper an unending barrage of filth about how hot she was and performed made her more turned on than she had ever been before in her life.

  Ling listened me say things to her sister like, "Mia look at you hot little sister, look at the sweat all over her wouldn't you like to help me lick it all off her sexy body."

  "Mia, tell me baby, can you just imagine how hot, damp and tasty her pussy is now?"

  "Tell me Mia what do you think Ling would like right now, do you think she wants my cock or maybe she really wants to feel your sweet tongue licking up all that sugary sweat?"

  As the filth flowed from my mouth they both reacted as Ling danced with, if possible, more erotic emotion and Mia without realizing what she was doing reached up undoing the few buttons left before pulling the top of her dress down to her waist filling my hand with more easily attained tit.

  Ling seeing us almost lost it completely, pulling her dress top open with such violence a couple of the top buttons popped off with such violence that one hit the side of my head as it bounced off and continued on behind me. Ling just went nuts with her other hand sliding below her dress causing the hem dress to ride up to her elbow but unfortunately the Black G-string she wore was blocked her treasures from my eyes as her hand had slid beneath it covering it completely with its darkness not to mention also hiding the violent demonstration of her apparent frustrated act of masturbation.

  As all this transpired Mia's body molded tighter into mine with her resting her head back on my shoulder. And as she did I looked down seeing a look on Mia's face so hot and erotic it virtually took my breath away as I saw her lips quivering and was left with little choice but to kiss her and I did so with passion. As I kissed her somewhere deep inside me a passion emerged that I had not know since I was sixteen again and being tutored into the world of sexual adulthood by that woman almost twenty years my senior and altered my life forever.

  As they say, much of life tends to repeat itself, and here it was again the same situation, only reversed. Settled into my arms and resting on my lap was this teen beauty that was more than twenty years my junior whose lips were completely locked to mine in violent warfare. Warfare wagged between tongues and as our tongues battled our eyes were also locked but oddly not on each other but remained locked on Ling.

  Ling continued to dance but had once again added to its intensity, all of the rest of dresses frontal buttons had ceremoniously been undone and as her hips rotated she began like a Genie sliding free of her bottle Ling slid free of her dress with the erotic drama that would have made the best on stage at the striptease joint performer jealous.

  Once Ling's dress hit the floor and she stood there free of all things that kept her charms from our eyes except that tiny black and lace fringed G-string and matching up-lift bra that hid little even Mai had to gasp along with me at her sexiness.

  After I caught my breath I filled Mia's ear with the lurid statement, "I want to eat her like a fine desert and you too."

  "Oh God, oh my God," Mia moaned in response.

  "Help me baby, help me get her, NOW" I yelled aloud to Mia.

  In almost an instant Mia and I had dragged Ling onto her back flat on the bed with Mia and I over her as Ling continued to laugh and was putting no fight at all even knowing out intent.

  The End.

  Ebony in Ivory, Again!

  Henri smiled.

  Susan liked the cheerful, guileless concierge-come-garcon de cafe that was as much a part of the pavillon as the faded, not-quite-peeling paint, the louvered shutters and the balmy salt breeze. She'd come to treasure this quiet little place on the Cote d'Ivoire. Henri's warm grin and genuine welcome greeted her every time. Henri's smile was the beginning of each holiday; the special sign that the everyday was gone and that – for the next week at least – nothing would occupy Susan's life but the sun, sand and silence of this beautiful part of the African coast.

  It was obvious that he hadn't realized the innuendo behind the question he had conveyed from the new owner of the establishment. An accidental encounter between Susan and the proprietaire had occurred on the beach earlier in the day before either of them had appreciated the host/guest relationship. Though upon reflection, Susan mused, she had very much 'appreciated' it at the time. She suddenly felt a little flushed as she remembered his sculptured muscles beaded with rivulets of sweat and salt water and the glorious sight of his massive member freshly removed from her ass, semen dripping languidly from its engorged purple head. It was only later that he had learned she was a guest. She had learned only now who he was.

  With a slight start, Susan returned to the present. Henri waited politely.

  "Thank you Henri. Please tell him that I apprecier l'excellent service and look forward to it continuing."

  Let's see what he makes of that!

  The dinner was superb as always. Henri's wife Marthe complemented her husband in having dual roles at the pavillon: maid and cook. The fare was simple, but delicious. It was part of the charm of the place. A well-cooked meal, a glass of good wine, open shutters framing stars over a dark sea. It didn't get much better than this!

  She didn't see him the next day. Susan had strolled down the beach in the morning without meeting him. She'd lounged around the pavillon grounds. She'd stretched out under a palm in front of the cafe and caught up on yesterday's aborted novel. There was no interruption today. So weary and rested from doing – well, nothing – she'd retired for the evening. And felt vaguely dissatisfied.

  She took a long bath. The periodic drip of the tap formed a counterpoint to the gentle sounds of the seaside evening. The steam swirled and rose from th
e surface of the water and she smiled as the water sloshed and burbled whenever she moved, mimicking on a small scale the rumble of the wild surf not so far distant. She lay there, head back, eyes closed and pleasured herself slowly; allowing her desire to build languorously, matching her bath-induced, soporific mood. She came like a gentle tide, waves washing softly against the waiting sand, then lay there for a few moments more before towelling off.

  Susan woke the next morning to slices of bright sunlight streaming through the louvers. It was later than normal, and she paused to enjoy that deliciously guilty feeling that comes with realising you're on holidays and that it really doesn't matter. Stuff it, she thought, and rolled over. By the time she woke again, she'd missed breakfast, so with a steaming black coffee in hand she strolled out onto the balcony to finish the book. She had only a few pages to go when a firm knock on the door interrupted the denouement.

  It was him. With a stack of towels, a smile and a slightly guilty expression.

  "Pardon, mademoiselle. Linen service?"

  She folded her arms and looked at him. His smile drooped.

  Then her mouth twitched with a wicked grin and, while ostensibly reaching for the towels, one hand somehow found the front of his trousers. His smile returned; much larger. And that wasn't all that was getting larger, Susan thought, as she felt his cock swell and stiffen under her touch.

  "Yes please, mine need changing. You'd better come in."

  Susan closed the door behind him and watched his long appreciative glance as she lounged back against it. Her silk wrap left little to the imagination and her nipples had hardened and were revealing themselves quite prominently through the thin fabric. She flicked the tie with one hand and it fell away, allowing the robe to part slightly. It revealed the smooth valley between her breasts and she noted his gaze track downwards past her navel to her smooth, bare groin. Susan waxed before every holiday: not so much in anticipation of sexual activity as that it was just simpler, easier and somehow 'freeing'. It was part of her vacation ritual. Of course, it did have other benefits...

  He placed the towels rather quickly on a table d'appoint and turned to face her standing close. She reached up and methodically began to unbutton his shirt. One hand continued the task, the drifted inside the soft fabric to trace around the lines of his muscles, softly exploring the firm contours of his chest. He reached up to her neckline and fingers followed the robes facings slowly downwards, touching her skin beneath. She felt her body responding to his touch and shivered slightly. His hands brushed the slopes of her breasts, then the front of her stomach. A casual finger stopped softly in her navel. But he went no lower, reaching up instead to caress her neck and run one hand over her shoulders in a gentle parody of the massage he'd given her the day before yesterday.

  "How are you feeling? I wasn't sure I hadn't been a little rough and you might have needed some time to recover."

  Ah, thoughtful and considerate. Not neglectful. Well, I suppose that's alright then.

  "Fine, thanks", she grinned. "Excellent service warrants return business!"

  He laughed, soft and low. Susan knew she loved that laugh way too much. It was warm, rich and so much the man.

  Finished with the shirt she unbuckled his belt. She struggled a little with the trouser buttons and clasp until he gently captured her hands, moved them away and quickly finished the task himself. His erection showed plainly as, released from the trouser's confines, it bulged hard and urgent against his underwear. She traced the rigid outline with her finger and was rewarded with a throb and a buck as he responded to her touch. She reached in and released him, dragging him free over the edge of the elastic until his penis and balls hung exposed. His breathing quickened as she used both her hands to softly caress the length of his rigid cock and explore his heavy sac. He, too, was almost hairless except for a thick mat of jet black curls just above his shaft. She couldn't recall whether he'd been like that before and thought that this was probably another little courtesy for her.

  She showed her appreciation by dropping to her knees and taking his head in her mouth. She ran her tongue over and around him before withdrawing her mouth. She let her tongue lick him underneath, the tip just capturing the bead of fluid that leaked from him as she parted contact. She looked up at him, eyelids veiled. He looked down at her, dark irises stark against the whites of his eyes. His chest heaved and she admired again the subtle shifting of firm muscle as it rose and fell. She returned her attention to his cock, this time taking him in as fully as she could. Suck, lick, enjoy. He was too much to fully throat, but she surprised herself – and him – by how much she managed.

  "Please...", he rasped. "You're going to suck me dry before I even get to your wonderful ass!"

  "And that would be a shame", she acknowledged.

  Regretfully, she freed him from her mouth. She caressed him with one hand as she rose, liking the feeling of her saliva oozing between her fingers. He was throbbing, the veins standing out harshly along his shaft and she knew he wasn't far off ejaculating. Oh, she wanted that monster back in her ass though...

  She walked to the bedroom, shrugging off her wrap and deliberately allowing her hips to sashay in invitation. She glanced over her shoulder and saw the raw hunger in his eyes as they dwelt on her magnificent ass. She climbed, cat-like onto the bed, sinuous movements tempting him. She could feel the wetness between her legs as she moved. She took hold of the iron railing of the old bedhead and, kneeling, curved her back to elevate her rear. Her well toned cheeks showed to advantage the delectable rosebud of her anus and the moistened lips of her sex.

  He shed his remaining clothes then knelt up behind her. Susan wasn't sure quite what to expect because she'd aroused him so much. Part of her badly wanted him to take her brutally, to fuck her hard and thoroughly. But she knew how big he was and she was a little nervous about being used too roughly. Horny as hell, but nervous.

  She was pleasantly surprised to feel his tongue licking her little hole. As she had done to him, he teased and caressed her. He rimmed the edge of her anus, gently inserting, probing. He moved a little lower then, alternating his attention between her ever wetter pussy and her ass. He read her well. As she began to moan with pleasure, he pressed his cock into her crack and rubbed himself up and down her firmly: over her quivering anus, down between her lips and around her clit, and up again to nudge at her hole.

  Susan splayed her legs a little and pushed back into him; welcoming, wanting, needing. She gasped as he forced the head of his cock into her ass, and then paused. He let her adjust to his size. He knew she was ready when she started to move against him, gyrating her hips around his shaft. He eased himself further in, struggling to control himself; to resist the surging demand within to erupt and release his liquid heat into her anal canal.

  Distraction came from an unexpected quarter.

  "Miss Susan?"

  "Mademoiselle Susan!?"

  Henri's voice grew louder up the corridor. The handle turned, the door swung wide. Oblivious, his focus on a sheaf of papers in his hand, he walked into the room.

  "Miss Susan, this facsimile has arrived for you. 'Urgent' it is marked, but je ne sais pas..."

  His voice trailed off as he looked up and registered what was happening. His eyes widened and his mouth opened, closed, and then opened again. But he couldn't think of anything to say. He desperately looked for somewhere to put the papers. Towels already filled the side table. Clothes were strewn on the chair.

  "It's alright Henri, don't mind us. Just on the floor will be fine", said Susan.

  She closed her eyes and moaned softly.

  "Keep going ... please!" she demanded urgently in a low voice.

  Henri let the papers fall from his hand. He was transfixed, his attention held – whether against his will or not was difficult to tell – by the sensuous scene in front of him.

  Through the open door there now came a tuneful humming from the other end of the corridor. A trundle of wheels. A few words sung low
in French. Footsteps. A shriek. Folded sheets and pillow slips joined the papers on the floor.

  "Sale pute! Putain!!"

  Henri snapped out of his trance to see his wife charging across the room. She glared furiously at him and then slapped one cheek of Susan's exposed ass with angry force.

  "Putain!" she shouted again, then turned to the proprietaire.

  "Comment pourriez-vous!? On Miss Susan's bed!?"

  "Salope sale!" she yelled, and whacked her hand across Susan's ass again.

  Susan whimpered. The sudden paid was excruciating, yet it had also heightened the need within her and she was desperate. She raised her head; hair plastered to her face with sweat, and turned to Marthe.

  Marthe's face froze in shock and her hands flew to her mouth.

  "Mademoiselle Susan?! Mon Dieux, je ne savais pas!"

  "Don't worry Marthe. Henri came in about thirty seconds ago and was as surprised as you. Sorry, we should have latched the door ..."

  Marthe wagged a finger at Henri.

  "And you, voyeur! Watching the young lady!"

  Henri's protests of innocence were interrupted by a gasping cry from Susan.

  "Avec tout le respect du, I don't care who wants to stay and watch, but I'm going to fucking cum!"

  She had been almost there when Marthe had hurtled into the room. With the sting from Marthe's hard slaps to her ass now firing her nerves, she could feel the wave of ecstasy rising within. She rammed herself backward, pushing her ass hard against his hips. He grunted and then renewed his forceful thrusting as she thrashed back and forth in wild abandon.

  She revelled in the hot, thick shaft buried within her. His cock was her universe. And it imploded.

  "Holy fuuuucccckkkk!!" she screamed.

  White knuckles gripped the bedhead. Sweat dripped from her head, her shoulders, her breasts. Wetness washed down her legs; rivulets snaking down her skin to soak the sheets. Her whole body shuddered as unfettered pleasure ripped through her.

  Finally, the bliss subsided. Susan peered through the dank strands of her hair.