Entire SMUT CATALOG: Volume 2

by Kimberly Gray

  “What do you mean? To visit?” he asked.

  “No, to stay. To be with me,” Cassie told him.

  “Really?” Dylan was still in shock.

  “Really,” Cassie answered. The toes of one foot were playing with Dylan's cock.

  “What would I do there?” he asked.

  “Go to school, or not. You don't need to do anything but me,” she laughed. “I have more than enough money for the both of us,” she told him.

  Dylan was debating with himself. Should he go? Cassie was fantastic and he wouldn't mind fucking her on a daily basis. What would I do? He knew he could go to school there. Before he ended that thought he had made up his mind.

  “I want to go with you,” he told Cassie, with certainty. “I want to be with you.”

  Cassie bent forward and gave him a full kiss.

  “I'm so happy,” she told him, sincerity in her voice. “Let's leave tomorrow. I'll book us a flight right now.”

  “What about mom?” Dylan asked.

  “She's not coming, is she?” with this, the two broke out laughing.

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  THE END

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  ***************

  "I want to feel a cock inside me and in my ass at the same time. I want to feel the heat from both of your cums."

  Sweet but slutty April is a young buxom girl who is hot & hungry for her boyfriend's rock hard cock! She waits until her 'rents are gone before tearing off his clothes and making love to his monster member.

  But -- oh no! -- suddenly the man of the house returns home early and catches the two fuck bunnies all hot and bothered. Instead of punishing his sweet little angel the usual way, he decides to punish her with his cock by showing her what a real man's dick can do to a tight, fertile pussy. He fucks, sucks and erupts his man syrup DEEP into her young cunt when, suddenly, his wife walks in on the action and catches the naughty trio with their pants down -- literally! The foursome find fun in new frontiers as the men swap partners and shoot their loads DEEP into the two wet cunts.

  ***************

  April's childhood had been a nightmare. Addict parents and foster homes, lost in the system. Then, when she was four, a family came forward, not to foster her, but to make her their child. With the stroke of a pen she went from April, foster kid, to April, loved and loving daughter of Pierre and Lisa Hendrick.

  She would be their only child.

  So many years had passed, April's memories were only of her life as a Hendrick. She remembered nothing of her parents, or the foster homes. In her mind, she was, and had always been, the daughter of two upper middle class parents.

  **********

  Just as every school day, the alarm from her phone pounded out music at an earth shaking volume. She was always happy when she woke, a smile on her face. She looked forward to every day. Her friends, her boyfriend, her school, she loved them all.

  After losing her PJ's, she stood in her bathroom, naked. She measured herself with her eyes. In the mirror, she saw beauty, but would never admit it to herself.

  April stood five feet six inches tall. Her straight, raven black hair fell to her shoulder blades, with a luster that reflected the light. Her face still held a memory of her “baby face”, with lush cheeks and full, pouting lips, brown eyes peering back at her. Her long neck widened to become her petite shoulders, slender arms falling to her sides. She was a full “C” cup, though she thought her breasts small, when they were, in fact, of perfect proportion to her body.

  She had the curves any woman would kill for. An hourglass from chest to hips. Her belly was as hard and flat as a plate. She had next to zero body fat, which gave her immense pride. She walked her StairMaster every day without fail. Her ass had the round, nubile shape of youth that amazed in tight jeans. The space between her thighs, her “gap”, was perfect for her body. Neither exaggerated nor understated. Every boy she had ever met hit on her, and hit on her hard. But here, now, she only had eyes for Shane, her boyfriend of two years.

  After a brisk shower, she donned her school uniform, passing down the stair to have breakfast with her parents.

  “Hey, beautiful,” Her father beamed. “What would you like for breakfast?”

  “Just Coffee and a smoothy, daddy,” she beamed back, with her perfect, white teeth.

  “Come on, wouldn't you like some fried pig?” He teased.

  “Yuck! How can you eat that, Daddy?” she asked through a faux grimace.

  “Bacon is the breakfast of champions. Didn't you know that?” They both laughed at this absurd statement.

  She loved him so much. He was always there for her, through everything, as was her mother, who always left early for work. She was the happiest girl in the world.

  She finished her breakfast, shared more chit-chat with her father, then grabbed her laptop and phone. She kissed her father on his lips with an “I love you” and hurried to meet the school bus.

  **********

  Her school day went as most did. Meet her friends, pet her boyfriend, classes, break, lunch, more petting, classes, then the bus home.

  April actually enjoyed school, despite the monotony. The fact that classes ended early on Fridays didn't hurt either. She liked to learn, she was sharp, but mostly, she liked to be with Shane, her boyfriend.

  He was the atypical jock. Captain of the football team, while carrying straight “A”s. He was fluent in math and science, and batted .452 on the school's baseball team. He was six feet even, well muscled, and, like April, carried almost zero body fat. They were the envy of all, and the darlings of their teachers.

  When April got home her mother was waiting, an overnight bag at the door.

  “Again?” She asked her mother with a smile.

  “Again, honey,” her mother returned her smile. They both giggled. At least once a month, her mother spent an “overnight” as she called it, at her second office, 160 miles away.

  April's mother, Lisa, was a very successful real estate broker, with an office here, in their hometown, and a smaller one in a nearby town. Once a month she spent two days, one night, ensuring her agents were in top form.

  April's mother was stunning, and all could see where April had gotten her looks. She was in her late 30s, but looked a decade younger. She could be an older version of April, with her raven black hair, brown eyes and a killer body. Lisa hit the gym daily, and it showed.

  “When are you going to be back, mommy?” Her daughter asked.

  “Late tomorrow night, honey,” she told her.

  Before she could ask her next question her father came through the front door.

  “Wow,” he grinned. “Two hotties sitting at my table,” he took his phone from his pocket and went to snap a picture.

  “Ok, say 'Do Me',” they all broke out in laughter.

  He bent over and kissed his girls on the lips.

  “When are you heading out, Elle?” He asked, using the nickname he had given his wife.

  “I was just waiting for you, babe,” Lisa told him. She had no nickname for him. It was either “babe” or “Pierre”.

  “Got time for a drink before you hit the road?” Pierre asked.

  “For you I can make the time,” Lisa smiled back, while April giggled. She knew her parents were in love with each other. She could see it in everything they did. How comfortable and natural they were around each other. This brought her endless happiness.

  “Let me grab a quick shower,” April's father pulled his T-shirt over his head, and off. April saw her father's muscular stomach, chest and arms. He had a very successful construction company and wasn't scared to get his hands dirty, or spend time in the gym. He was older than
his wife by a couple years, but defied age just as well as she did.

  **********

  Pierre's shower was quick and to the point. It was only minutes until he was sitting at the table with his wife and daughter. They both had a glass of white wine in their hands, even though, strictly speaking, April was still under the drinking age, but both he and Lisa were supremely confident in their daughter' s ability to make wise choices.

  Pierre had placed a roughly used gym bag next to his wife's suitcase before sitting. Whenever Lisa went out of town, he did as well. He'd travel the sixty some miles to Jason's House.

  Jason was his oldest friend, and the last of his friends who still remained a bachelor. Two bad marriages had made him gun shy of starting a third. They would get a four man game of poker going, playing, drinking and shooting the shit till the wee hours. Pierre never drove drunk, so he spent the night in one of his friend's guest rooms.

  He had grabbed a Corona from the fridge before sitting at the table and began drinking it down.

  “When will you be back, Elle?” he asked his wife.

  “Normal time,” she answered. “Tomorrow night.”

  “Want me to wait up?” He asked her with a wicked grin.

  “Absolutely,” his wife answered, the same grin on her face.

  “Hello! Daughter in the room!” April piped up, provoking laughter from all. She knew what “waiting up” meant.

  After a few more minutes of talk, April's parents left the house and went their own ways.

  April had the house to herself for the next couple of days. Now it was her with the wicked grin.

  She wasted no time in setting up a party for tonight.

  “Facebook is so awesome,” she thought. A single post to her private friends was all it took to arrange the party. Today's technology made everything so much easier.

  The party was in full swing by nine. Over 30 people filled April's home, but they were all friends who knew the rules. No smoking, of anything, inside. Don't make a mess, and always clean up after yourself. Her friends had always complied. This wasn't her first party.

  April made her way through the crowd, Shane in tow, greeting every one of her friends personally, as she always did.

  She wore a pair of tight, low rise jeans and a yoga top, leaving her hard, curved midriff exposed, her nipples just slightly visible through her top. She could feel the eyes of everyone, male and female, on her. It aroused her to no end.

  She and Shane soon slipped away to her bedroom. Shane was very drunk, April had just a “glow” on.

  Closing the door, April went to work. She stripped off her boyfriend's clothes, leaving him standing naked and flaccid. She removed her clothes as well, revealing the body everyone wanted to suck and fuck.

  Shane sat down on the edge of her bed, legs spread, as April placed herself between them. With her hands lightly rubbing Shane's thighs, she dropped her head and took his into her mouth, her tongue dancing over its width, lips slipping on, then off of this flesh mushroom. After a few minutes of this “tease” she took more and more of his limp, round cock into her mouth. She allowed it to fill her mouth, lips encompassing his circumference. Her head moved slowly, yet rhythmically, up and down this soft, lax flesh tube. It took little time for her to know it was not going tonight.

  She made Shane stand, and she took his place on the bed, this time laying flat on her back, legs spread, head propped up by a pillow, enabling her to look down the length of the bed.

  April didn't need to say a word.

  Shane knelt at the foot of her bed and, taking her hard, round ass cheeks, one in each hand, plunged his face into her cunt.

  He began running his tongue up and down her clean, sweet cunt lips slowly, breaking only to lay soft, warm kisses on her inner thighs. April's eyes were closed, as she enjoyed the sensation her boyfriend was giving her. Her hips started moving slightly, in rhythm to Shane's tonguing. She felt his tongue dart in and out of her cunt, then return to its travels across her smooth, pink lips. A gentle moan escaped her regularly.

  Using his thumbs, Shane gently spread April's cunt lips apart, revealing the lighter pink flesh inside. He licked rapidly, up and down this moist, slippery flesh. April's moans increased in intensity and volume. It was then her boyfriend concentrated his efforts on her tiny, pink bud.

  April exploded.

  Shane felt his girlfriend's abdominal and thigh muscles contract. A sweet, viscous flow of honey dew escaped April, as she moaned even harder.

  Shane both tongued and sucked up all he could hold of this hot, sweet, oily cum. April pushed her cunt hard into her boyfriends face, as if begging for more. The tongue returned to her now full, swollen clit, its bud a deep shade of pink. It took little to bring her to orgasm again.

  Another river of his girlfriends sweet cum bathed Shane's mouth, face and thumbs in its warm, syrupy sweetness. Again, he attempted to swallow all of April's delicious honey dew. Tongue and lips rode over her cunt, thighs and ass to find every drop, swallowing it down as he found it.

  Finally, Shane raised his cum covered face from April's cunt. She could see her own honey dew shimmering in the light, her finger running over every inch of her hot, wet pussy.

  Shane attempted to mount her, but April saw his manhood still hung limp.

  “No,” she whispered to him, pushing against his shoulders. “Tomorrow. It will be so much better.”

  Shane required little convincing. He knew that nothing less than electric shock would bring his man flesh to life.

  “Let's get cleaned up,” April smiled to him, still spread wide on the bed.

  Shane offered a hand and April took it, pulling her off the bed and upright. They went into her bathroom and, with a warm, wet cloth, removed all evidence of their prior acts.

  They rejoined the party.

  ***********

  The party went late into the night and into the early morning. By six in the morning only April and Shane remained. They picked up the empty bottles and glasses, did what little clean up that was necessary to bring the house back to its everyday appearance.

  Both exhausted, they climbed into April's bed and were soon asleep.

  The next morning they woke together, still naked. Shane leaned over to kiss April but once he was close, April pushed him away.

  “Oh my God, morning mouth!” she told him, holding her nose with her forefinger and thumb. They both broke into laughter.

  “Come on,” he retorted. “It can't be that bad?”

  April rolled to her side, so the two were face to face, an exhaled into her boyfriends face. He whipped his head to the side.

  “Fuck, do I smell like that, woman?” he asked. “It smells like you slept with an open can of sardines in your mouth.”

  This earned him a sharp punch in the shoulder, from April's small fist.

  “Ow!” they both let out in unison. Shane, feigning pain, April, in real pain. Her knuckles hurt from the force of the punch. This brought out another round of laughter. They hugged each other tightly, then let go.

  April sprung over her boyfriend's body and onto the floor.

  “Get up,” she told Shane. “Coffee and 'caesars' coming up.”

  “You are the best, Babe.” Shane told her with utter sincerity.

  “Duhhhhh,” was April's only response, and Shane roared with laughter.

  April picked up her panties from the floor. Simply white cotton, French cut, but when she put them on it was as if they had been custom made for her. At the back, they highlighted her perfect ass, in front, they covered only what need to be covered, accentuating the gap between her thighs.

  Fumbling in her dresser drawer she found a long T-shirt, rough and threadbare, and slid it over herself head.

  **********

  She made it to the kitchen and started the coffee. While it was dripping she pulled a bottle of Absolut from the freezer, a bottle of Clamato, and a lime from the fridge, then found the spices her parents kept, just for these “hair of the dog�
�� morning drinks. She began her meticulous mixing of ingredients. She prided herself in making the best caesars of all her friends.

  Shane soon sat at the kitchen table, taking big draughts of his caesar, hoping to quiet the hammers that beat his temples mercilessly. He finished one, and April quickly had another in front of him. The hammers had dulled and a warm glow began to permeate his body.

  April always made her drinks strong, very strong. She sat across from her boyfriend, who was dressed only in boxers, sipping her drink from a straw.

  Conversation was effortless between the two. They talked and laughed about the party the previous night, when Shane suddenly became serious.

  “Babe, I'm sorry about last night,” referring to his spectacular failure to perform, but this had not been the first time. Anytime he drank to excess, he became impotent. April reached her hand across the table, taking Shane's in its slender grip.

  “Bear, don't worry about it,” she started. “Bear”, being her nickname for her boyfriend. “You're going to make it up to me very soon.”

  She smiled at him in her teasing fashion. Shane smiled back with acknowledgment.

  **********

  Dishes done, both feeling very good, the couple ascended the stairs back to April's bedroom. Both could hardly contain themselves.

  In the bedroom, Shane took April up in his arms and threw her on the bed, causing her to bounce a few inches toward the ceiling. She giggled.

  “You brute,” she told him, laughter tinging her voice.

  “Me, Tarzan,” Shane responded with the same laugh. As he dropped his boxers, April slipped off her T shirt and slid her panties down her perfect legs, then threw them onto the floor.

  Shane lay with his body half on, and half off April's. He started to kiss her lips and neck, softly and slowly. One hand cupped her tit, while the other ran under April's neck, fingers slowly running the length of her neck, on the opposite side. Their kisses grew more full as Shane's thumbs rubbed April's small, pink nipple until it was hard and erect. He took her tit fully into his mouth, tongue running intricately over her nipple. April's back arched slightly as she let one of many moans escape her.