by Lexi Hots
Jesus, you can’t just tell your step-son that I’ve been munching on your–
‘Whose idea was it to watch this smut?’ asks Bret.
Goddamnit, they mean the film. I feel like I am being batted between terror and relief – not to mention crazy horniness – at a rate of bloody knots.
‘What’s that smell?’ Bret asks.
God the whole room stinks of pussy now, Angelica must be sitting in a wet patch the size of the Pacific right now. Go me.
‘What’s left of your cooking, I think,’ I say.
But I’m already wondering how I can get Angelica alone again. I can still taste her on my tongue and I want more.
Chapter Four
I can’t sleep at all when I get to bed, knowing she is out there arranged on the couch in her nightie, those gorgeous breasts rising and falling with each adorable little snore. I lie in bed thinking about her all night, reliving our exchange or oral complimentsover and over again, the feel of how tightly she gripped my cock with throat and cunt, how delicately she teased me and how roughly she frotted my face.
Above all I remember the curve of her back as she came, the bare breast thrust up and the lightly bruised nipple stiff and reaching for a heaven we both wanted.
She goes back to her husband, to Bret’s dad tomorrow, I thought to myself; and I want to squeeze everything I can out of her and – if you will – into her.
But how to get her alone?
Mind you it had been no problem even when we weren’t alone, but I want to take her in my arms, strip her off, share everything with her and that will take privacy.
That’s when I remember, Bret goes running every morning at seven a.m. which means for exactly twenty-two minutes we’ll have the house to ourselves.
The rest of the night passes in a blur of imagined scenarios, the ways I plan on taking her, the shapes I’ll contort her into, some of them are not even biologically possible, but its a fantasy and I can do as I like. The warm soft reality can wait till the morning.
I set my alarm for 06:55, and try to sleep through the thunder of my heart beating and the now painful erection I’ve been sporting almost non-stop since Angelica kissed me on the sofa.
Eventually I do fall asleep and my dreams are of teaching tennis to Bret’s step-mum while Bret and his father watch from the umpire’s chair and cheer us on. Unfortunately the handles of the racket keep turning into penises and the tennis balls keep turning into my nut sack. All in all I wake up confused, but still aroused when the alarm drags from the world of surrealist tennis.
I have to wonder if I have been sporting this erection for more than eight hours and if so do I need to call a doctor. That’s what they suggest on the Viagra commercials after four hours, this bad boy looks like its about to blow a blood vessel any minute.
I lie in bed, ignoring the insistent call of my dick to be handles and listen to Bret stretching in the hallway before he leaves the house. His morning run is the same distance at the same pace, every day. He’ll be back in twenty-two minutes flat. I press ‘Start’ on the countdown timer on my phone and leap out of bed.
I go to my bedroom door, reach for the handle and… it opens on it own accord, like some kind of sign.
The sign becomes much clearer once I see that Angelica has opened the door and is standing there in a shift and stockings, she lifts the corner to show her garter belt and I can see she is wearing no panties.
‘That couch gave me a real crick in my neck,’ she says. ‘I could use a massage.’
She shoves me back into my room and I sit down heavily on my bed. With me in my proper place she puts one foot on my crotch and begins to adjust her garter belt. Her cunt on full show, her crooked knee lifting the shift to show it all. I reach out with my hand and she swats it away. ‘No, kiss it.’
I oblige, savoring the taste and scent of her again, wishing I could bottle it and store it to wear on Sundays. As I eat her out she pushes me back on the bed until I am lying down with her straddling my face. I grab her arse with both hands and guide her hips so my tongue can penetrate her as deep as possible then slide out to lap at her rosebud clit.
She stops for a moment and I check the timer 17:23. Times moving on. She settles back, now facing the other way and as I continue to pleasure her with my tongue she begins to unpack my raging hard-on from within my boxers.
This time she doesn’t bother teasing me, she simply buries my cock full length in her mouth in one go and holds it as long as she can while I moan into her cunt and try not to lose my place in the alphabet I am spelling on her cunt with my tongue.
I can’t help losing control, soon I’m barely responding as she grinds on my face again and I can feel my orgasm building in my gut and balls and the tip of my cock.
‘I’m gonna cum,’ I groan through a mouthful of minge.
She pulls away and I groan again, this time in disappointment.
‘Not yet you’re not. I’ve got plans for this dick.’
She gets off my face and scrambles into a position on all fours. The fucking tease. I quickly scramble up behind her.
‘You got a condom?’ she asks.
‘Shit, no. You?’
‘Fuck. I didn’t expect to be fucking a college stud this weekend, I just brought my vibrator in case I had some down time.’
Her pussy is literally dripping, a long clear trail of lubricant hanging down between her legs.
‘Fuck it,’ she says. ‘Just. Fucking. FUCK. ME.’
‘Say please,’ I reply, spanking her arse and leaving a bright red mark.
‘Fuck me. Please,’ she moans reaching back to grab my cock and guide me in. I pull back a bit teasing her, rubbing the head of my cock on her clit. ‘Please,’ she says again, and I push my cock into her.
It feels better than I could have imagined. She is so tight, gripping it with her walls so I can feel every ribbed striation of her vaginal muscles. Still I slide in easily, she is soaking wet.
I try to begin gently, slowly sliding into her but she immediately slams back onto be and I can feel her cervix hit my cock painfully.Again and again she thrusts back before I find my own rhythm and counter with my own hammering beat.
I am already lost in the sensations. Acting on instinct I hunch over her and grab a fistful of her hair, pulling her onto me using that. Her back arches to accommodate my grip and I reach around to grab her tits with my other hand. They hang loose in the silk of her slip and as I grab one of those perfect orbs I begin to feel my orgasm building again.
Before I can cum, she pulls me out and turns herself around. In the process she pulls the slip over her head to bare those gorgeous breasts to me, her face is shining with the glow of sweat and I lunge forward kissing her on the mouth and pushing her back into missionary.
The timer reads 12:43.
We fuck like that for what feels like hours, each time I nearly cum, she pulls me out and we switch position, I feel like I am coming to know every inch of this beautiful woman’s body. Every wrinkle, stretch-mark, mole, black head, scratch of stubble or crack of nail. She is perfect, everything I every wanted.
We are back in doggy, and are fucking hard, each impact of our bodies shaking my jaw as I drive her down into a prone position. First from all fours down to her elbows, then with her face buried in the pillow. Then her legs began to give out. Soon I am pounding her into the matress and she is screaming with pleasure as she orgasms.
Then the alarm goes off, and as I reach for it she grabs it herself and presses it against her clit and the base of my dick. That’s the last straw and the wave breaks, I cum. And I don’t stop, every drop I imagined spilling in a hundred scenarios seems to have built up into one never ending orgasm as her cunt pushes back onto my violent thrusts and I simply explode again and again into her.
I am yelling fuck over and over and so is she as she quivers with each jackhammer blow of my body into hers, her words blending into a gargling scream of animalistic pleasure.
Eventually I collap
se on top of her and we lie there my cock wilting inside her and my cum slowly dripping out of her.
‘That was way better than my vibrator,’ she mutters into the pillow which her face is pressed into. My hands are still cupping her breasts underneath her with a grip that feels like it might burst them, or at least leave a telltale mark.
That’s when we both heard a voice in the doorway say, ‘Jesus–fucking–Christ, Mum.’
There is Bret in the doorway of my room, sweat pouring off his bright-red face and a look of absolute disbelief on his face.
Of course, the fucking alarm. There was a reason you set it you moron.
Angelica says in her most motherly voice, ‘Now Brettling…’ She trails off.
I don’t know what to do, my best friend is looking at his mother wearing nothing but a pair of stockings and a garter belt while his best friend is but naked on top of her. What can you do?
Chapter Five
Bret moved out after that, like that minute. He just packed his bags and hired a new place. He had paid the year in advance on our current digs so I just stayed on.
He didn’t tell told his Dad and although I checked up on her facebook page regularly, I didn’t see Angelica again for a while.
I got a new housemate with a serious, sensible and thoroughly middle-aged mother, and started dating a nice girl from my course.
Then, about a month and a half after that fateful weekend, Angelica’s profile picture changed. To an ultrasound picture with the caption: “So #excited for our new child. Bret’s gonna have a little brother or sister! #newlife #pregnant”
Jesus-Fucking-Christ. Pregnant, she was pregnant and the timeline added up.
It might be mine. What would I do? What would I say? Would I have to marry her.
Bret’s Dad commented under the photo how proud he was to be a father again, and I felt a little relief.
Then came the final confirmation that all was well and no one would ever tell our secret: the message box with Bret’s name flashed up. He sent me a link to the photo with the two word comment: ‘Fuck you.’
I couldn’t help but think of the time that child might have been conceived. My dick moved a little remembering Angelica’s cries of fuck me, and the desperation that led us to do without a condom, and Bret’s deeply shocked face.
Then I breathed a sigh of relief, and gave my girlfriend a call.
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TEMPTATION TALES
Story 47
“When you want something done right, you do it yourself.” The gaunt man dressed in a rich, gold embroidered robe and carrying a silver scepter said to the young prince seated across him in the royal terrace garden. “Never trust an underling with matters that could mean life or death.”
“I do not understand what you say, Uncle… er… Lord Draco.” Prince Jous-le-Fountain shook his blonde head and popped ripe grape into his mouth. “Or the purpose of your sudden visit a mere month after my wedding.”
“My agent sent to inform your father, the King, about Princess Shania’s infidelity could not get the job done.” Draco, the court advisor to King Gawain of the Western Kingdom, pressed his slender fingertips together with a scowl on his lean hard face.
“What infidelity of my new bride do you speak of, Uncle?” The Prince sat up, glaring at the other man.
“This was before you wed her, my prince.” Draco said morosely. “Ill news had come to us that she had bedded another man, and carries his child.”
“That is insanity.” The young prince exploded. “She carries my child, conceived on the very night of our wedding.”
“I pray that be the truth, my nephew.” The noble shook his head sadly. “But alas it is not. Our court physicians confirm that Princess Shania was with child six days prior to her nuptials with you.”
“I don’t want to believe you, yet I do.” Jous-le-Fountain exhaled deeply, his fists clenched tightly. “Who is the accursed imbecile that did this to her, I shall have him quartered by my own team of horses.”
“The one who was entrusted with her safety and virginity...” Draco had a gleam in his eye. “Cullen, the Northman.”
“I shall have my finest hunters scour the lands from here to the mountains and beyond until he is found and dragged before me.” The prince paced around the terrace. “And as for my lovely bride, let her, with the bastard she is nurturing within her, be clapped in irons and thrown to the darkest dungeon here in my castle.”
“Wise decisions, young prince.” Draco smiled coldly. “…yet a tad time consuming, with regard to finding the roving mercenary.”
“What other way is there?” The prince spat.
“Let him come to us.” The gaunt noble grinned shrewdly. “I will have word sent to him that the princess carries his child and the lives of the two of them are in danger.”
“Why will he come?” Jous-le-Fountain looked confused. “That should drive him further away.”
“Yes, if he were as us, civilized and cultured.” Draco laughed. “But he is a barbarian; an uncivilized, untutored savage and their kind are bound to a perverse sense of honor. He will come, my prince, he will risk everything to save his child and the woman who carries it.”
“And what of Shania?” The prince asked in aggravation. “Shall we clap her in irons?”
“No, she must know none of this. She must not know that we know.” Draco rubbed his bony hands together. “When her lover walks into trap that we lay in wait for him, we will arrest them together and make a public display of her misdeed to all.”
“I like your plan even better, uncle.” The younger man smiled. “How are we going to do this?”
“Leave it all to me, my prince.” Draco bowed and took a sip of his wine.
* * * * *
“Wine?” The huge man snarled. “Nay, fool. I will have more Ale. I have no coin for that fancy stuff.”
“You will soon have no coin for Ale either, mercenary.” The fat owner of the tavern laughed, pushing the new help away. “And forgive the boy, he’s new to this.”
“Aye, it’s forgotten.” Cullen nodded and gnawed at the huge beef bone he held in his large hand. “And that’s because you serve the best roasted beef I’ve had in the entire kingdom.”
“And I wish you could have more, but alas, Cullen, I cannot extend anymore credit to you.” Orin, the tavern-keeper sighed. “I need coin to buy the cattle.”
“I will find some work soon and settle what I owe.” The large mercenary sighed. The hundred gold coins he had earned barely a month ago had been squandered on games of dice, good food and drink and some of the best women of pleasure he could find. He chuckled, reminiscing that the gold he had earned was for pleasuring a woman just like them. He would never forget Nagynia, and of course, the most beautiful woman he had ever been with, the Princess Shania, only child of the Gawain, the King.
“In the name of the King, we are here seeking a man.” A harsh voice called out. “A mercenary by trade, hailing from lands to the far north.”
Cullen hunched down and glanced over his broad shoulder at the three heavily armed soldiers of the king’s army as they entered the dimly lit tavern.
“Kind sirs,” Orin bowed before them. “Please come in, come in. Would you like some wine… and the lamb roast tonight is to die for, the meat just melts off the bone.”
“Nay, innkeeper.” The captain of the guard snapped, gripping the hilt of his short sword. “We are here for Cullen, the mercenary. Have you seen him?”
The fat innkeeper stepped back, suddenly growing pale.
“On what charge do you seek him?” Cullen growled, turning around to face the men. “Is there a reward?”
“Nay, friend.” The other man replied. “King Gawain wishes an audience with him. We are merely to escort him to the Castle.”
“He might be willing go with you, but there is a small matter of payment.” Cullen said, eyeing the three men and assessing their weapons and armor.
“Payment?” The captain looked confused.
“The King owes me money.” Cullen grinned.
“You are Cullen…?” The man sounded unsure.
“Aye, if you have the coin.” Cullen replied with a snort.
“I do have the coin.” The captain placed his hand on his hip.
“I noticed that.” Cullen eyed the bulging leather pouch on the captain’s belt. “What is my tab, Orin?”
“Oh, er… thirty two silvers and sixteen coppers.” The fat man called back.
“This ought to cover it.” The Captain placed three gold coins on the counter. “And maybe a few more drinks when you return here.”
Orin’s blue eyes lit up and he palmed the coins in a flash, smiling at the grim soldiers.
“After you, gentlemen.” Cullen rose to his feet, towering over the three tall soldiers. “It’s a long ride to the Castle from here.”
“Make haste then, the King waits.” The Captain said, and turned on his heel.
* * * * *
“I have waited long enough.” Draco muttered under his breath. “If only you would have done as I had instructed, woman.”
“Oh, my Lord.” Nagynia purred. “I am but a mere weak woman, and powerful men such as kings and warriors terrify me.”
“Really?” Draco snorted. “Is that why you’re with me? Am I not a powerful man?”
“You powers are for more dangerous, my lord.” The near naked woman wrapped herself around the tall man’s skeletal frame. “Yours is the power of the mind, you control the mighty brutes to do your bidding.”
“Speaking of brutes, you had best leave.” Draco pushed her off him. “The northern barbarian mercenary will be here soon.”
“Cullen?” She blurted. “He’s… coming here?”
“What is he to you, woman?” Draco raised an eyebrow. “Do you also fancy savages like him.”
“Oh, no… no.” She shook her head as the sound of heavy footfalls came from the hallway outside the nobleman’s private chamber. “I am frightened of such violent men.”
