“What just happened?”Philip asked her, turning her around and looming over her.
“It… it was you, who started it,” Anne stuttered a little, and opened her eyes.
“You kissed me!”
“After you kissed me first,” she commented, feeling confused and a bit hurt, because Philip had initiated the kiss, but she didn’t stop him, either.
Philip seemed like he was going to say something, but instead he closed his eyes for a moment and when he looked back at her, he was different. “You’re right… and I’m sorry…”
“Don’t be,” Anne avoided his gaze. “I liked it… and…”
The man didn’t let her finish and slammed their mouths together with such passion to knock her back. His hands cradled Anne’s head and tangled in her hair, bringing them closer to each other. Anne couldn’t find it in her to protest and let him nip at her neck, while mumbling nonsense. That was all the encouragement the man needed to continue, so he ran his warm hands down her body, lifting her T-shirt and finding bare skin under it.
Their movements were clumsy, but somehow they managed to get rid of their jeans and lie back down, this time bare skin against bare skin. What happened next was a bit blurry due to the alcohol and passion that clouded their minds. All Anne remembered in the morning, were the combined cries of passion, her own powerful orgasm and Philip’s words that she was beautiful and amazing.
Not surprisingly, considering their previous relations, Anne and Philip decided to forget everything about that night, excusing their behavior with too much alcohol. They still met over the weekends at her mother’s house and continued to pretend that they were just friends. Only Anne, in her most private dreams, continued to remember that night – Philip’s lips on her own and the feel of his hands on her body.
There were times, when she wondered what it would have been if she had pulled Philip a little closer, leaned in a bit and rested her head on his shoulder, when they were watching TV together. But, she never did it, believing that maybe it was best not to talk about it yet. And then suddenly everything changed, when Anne’s mother called to tell her that she would be out for the weekend that Anne would be alone with her stepfather for two whole days...
Chapter Two
Anne took the steps two at the time, impatient to see Philip. After what happened to her mother, Anne thought that he might need some time alone to process things, but Philip had surprised her with an unexpected invitation to a picnic in the house. Cheesy or not, Anne was excited by the idea of spending the whole day with Philip – alone.
Philip heard the knocking at the door and hurried to open it. Anne was standing there with a beautiful smile on her lips and a bottle of wine in her hand. Philip moved aside to let her in and made sure to close and lock the door, before following Anne into the living room. He had taken all the necessary precautions for them not to be disturbed today. The doors were locked; the curtains were blocking any unwanted attention and his phone was turned off.
The day was going to be just about Anne and him – a moment to be together, eat, speak and make love, without any interruptions and any outside problems. Philip intended to leave all of his worries outside his house for a day and relax a little from all that was threatening to make him crazy. Anne was the perfect way that to happen and Philip had made quite a plan for her.
Anne, however, was presently standing in the middle of his living room, looking around herself and probably wondering where the picnic was going to happen.
“I don’t get it, you invited me for a picnic, but there is nothing prepared for one?” Anne asked confused about the whole situation. Philip smiled and walked towards his stepdaughter. He stopped right in front of Anne looking directly into her eyes and ran a long finger over her face, caressing her cheeks and lips. Anne shuddered under his touch and Philip took her hand, walking towards the stairs.
They walked into Philip’s bedroom and Anne wondered at the way everything seemed prepared for something she still had to understand. The room was bathed in soft sunlight, muted by the curtains. The bed was covered in a single black sheet with four pillows scattered over it. Near the bed was placed a small table, which Anne had never seen in here before. On it were placed multiple dishes, covered with paper napkins. A bottle of champagne was cooling into a bucket full of ice and finally there was the sweet scent of barbecue all over the room.
Before Anne could ask what was going on, Philip walked her to the bed and asked her to sit down. Then he bent down and started to remove her shoes and socks. Anne thought that it was hot as hell to watch Philip take care of her, although she still had to find out what was going on.
Philip proceeded to remove her shirt, opening the buttons one by one, but making sure not to touch the skin. Anne watched his hands go lower to her belt and slowly opening it and removing it from her jeans. Then he pushed her backwards and reached for her zipper, opening it in one go and tugging at the jeans. Anne raised her hips to help him and Philip removed her pants with a quick move. Now she was lying on the bed, dressed only in her underpants, because she wasn’t wearing a bra to begin with, and feeling somehow vulnerable.
Philip raised her legs up, arranging her body on the bed and put a pillow under her head. Anne allowed him to do whatever he wanted and just followed him with the eyes. Philip proceeded to remove his own clothes up to the point where he was standing completely naked in front of Anne. His dick was half hard, swinging freely between his legs. When Philip neared Anne’s right hand, she got hold of that precious piece of meat and tugged him closer.
“What is going on?” Anne asked, while stroking gently at his dick and balls. Philip groaned and removed the hand from his dick.
“We are having a barbecue.” He answered, turning toward the table and removing the napkins. Anne could see multiple dishes full of food – meat, fruits and different kinds of sauces. She noticed that there wasn’t any silverware and everything was cut into small pieces. An idea about what was going on, started to form in her mind and truth be told, Anne was on board with it.
“Am I part of the main course?” She asked smugly and Philip had to agree with her.
“You are the main course!” Her stepfather answered with a matching smile, while taking one of the dishes and coming to sit on the bed, near Anne’s half. The dish he was holing was full of small pieces of meat, roasted to a beautiful dark red color. He took a piece of meat and put it inside his mouth, taking it between his teeth. Then he bent his body over Anne and offered her the meat. Anne opened her mouth to take the delicious food, making sure to lick at Philip’s lips in the process.
Philip continued to feed her this way until half of his dish was empty and they both were excited from the erotic dance of their tongues. Right now, Philip was exploring her mouth with determinate swings of his tongue, trying to reach every hidden place inside. Anne was wiggling under him and making sweet little noises. Her underwear was already wet and her body was burning with excitement.
Philip took another little dish from the table and with a small spoon covered that special place with some barbecue sauce. Anne shuddered at the slightly hot sensation and watched with fascination how Philip bent his head and used his tongue to lick at the sauce. His tongue licked softly at the sensitive skin and worked under the pants to catch what had slipped under there.
Philip used the same little spoon to spread some sauce over one of her nipples and licked it away before it could leak down her body. His tongue was careful to lick only the places where there was sauce, leaving the rest of Anne’s body aching for its touch.
When the whole of her chest was covered in barbecue sauce and then licked clean, Philip placed the spoon over Anne’s lips and asked her to open them. The sweet sauce ran over her tongue and Philip dived in immediately, chasing it with his own. Both of them moaned at the taste and feeling and Anne reached to embrace him. Philip, however, had other plans and forced her hands down, on both sides of her body.
His next step was to take the
bowl with fruit and arrange the small pieces of banana, orange, mango and pineapple all over Anne’s body. He started from her toes, placing the fruit between her fingers and up her legs. A bigger piece of mango covered her pussy, while two round banana slices were decorating her nipples. Philip made a smiley face on her belly and fed her with some pineapple, before taking a bottle of sour cream and putting some over the fruit.
Anne was a delicious fruit salad at the moment and Philip took his time eating it. He continued to eat the fruit without using his hands, biting and licking at it with teeth and tongue and now and then sucking at the cream, until the place became red. The process was real torture for both of them, but Philip intended to go on with his plan. By now his dick was rock hard, pointing straight forward and from time to time pocking at some part of Anne’s body.
Anne, on the other hand, was still dressed in her underwear, with her pussy hot and wet. She could feel Philip coming up her body, his lips kissing at her upper thigh and his tongue lapping at the cream there. His next stop was the small bulge inside the underwear. Philip took his time licking at the soft material until it was all wet. Then he ate the piece of fruit lying on them and with gentle movements removed the last piece of cloth from her body.
Philip’s cock was dark red and lying on his belly, the tip pointing at the smiley face on Anne’s belly. Philip continued to eat the fruit and cream, until the last piece disappeared into his mouth.
“Turn around.” Philip spoke and Anne obeyed him quickly.
Philip made sure to spread her legs very gently. He ran his hands over the hot body lying on his bed and watched with fascination the contrast of its soft skin and the dark material of the sheet. He must have been staying like that for a long time, because Anne turned around to look at him and Philip felt the heat rising on his face.
He walked back to the table and took again the dish with the barbecue sauce, and this time traced a long line with it, from her neck to the cleft of her ass. He licked at it then, like a kitten will lick at its fur, with slow, deliberate and very hard movements of the tongue. When he reached her ass, he spread the cheeks and poured some sauce over Anne’s asshole.
“You, bastard!” Anne shouted with outrage, but Philip kept her down with a hand on her shoulder and his tongue on her asshole. The feeling of that soft tongue on her most private place was more than enough to placate her initial rage and bring her back in the game. Philip had to squeeze the base of his cock at the sounds Anne was making, stroking it upwards.
Anne was thrusting slowly into the sheet, gasping and tangling her fingers into the pillow. Philip took his cock in his hand, stroking it in time with the thrusts of his tongue. He bit a string of marks into her ass cheeks and sucked hard on few particular spots, so that Anne will be marked for days after this. Anne arched her back; she simply couldn’t help it, as Philip’s mouth was locked on her asshole, sucking as a hoover. A wet finger was playing with her pussy, tracing the veins and poking here and there.
Philip continued to pour barbecue sauce on Anne’s ass and lick and suck it with gusto. Some of the sauce was leaking over her pussy, making it all sticky and strangely appealing. Philip moved between her legs, lying between them and started to suck on the pussy, cleaning it carefully from the sticky mess.
His fingers, on the other hand, circled the twitching hole and slowly penetrated Anne.
“Fuck,” she said, her voice hoarse, as her hips strained upward.
The wet fingers stretched her with great care, while Philip continued to suck her pussy. Philip reached under one of the pillows and brought out a black butt plug and a bottle of lube. Without stopping to suck the pussy he spread some lube on the plug and raising from his previous position he slowly put it inside Anne.
It was exciting to see the black silicon disappear inside Anne, leaving behind just its flat end, in a striking contrast with her milky white skin. Anne was breathing hard now, trying to remain calm and not to come just yet. Philip’s ministrations were almost too much, but she wasn’t going to complain, especially now that he was tracing with his tongue the butt plug and pushing it deeper with the tip of his fingers. The plug was pressing against her insides, making the whole situation quiet exciting for her.
And then Philip was gone only to return a second later to put his hands on Anne’s hip and shoulder and turn her around. Anne shuddered at the sensation of the plug moving inside of her and looked at Philip from her lower position. The man was all flushed with arousal, his cock straining forward and his balls swaying gently under it.
He slid up Anne’s body, his hand finding the hard cock between his legs, placing wet kisses up her belly and breasts, tracing her collarbone with his teeth. Anne decided it was time for her to take some initiative and raised her head to kiss hard Philip’s shoulder, while her hand slipped to his hip.
Philip’s cock was trailing over her thigh, the blunt head pressing against Anne’s pussy. Anne was feeling many things at ones – stretch, pain, little explosions of pleasure, an ache she couldn’t name and love that she didn’t know how to express. She flicked her finger over Philip’s asshole and the moan that touch caused was enough to make her forget what she was thinking.
Anne could feel Philip’s breathe on her neck and pushed in, just a little, but it was enough to make everything inside Philip contract and expand. Philip’s asshole was all heat and pressure, his hips moving backwards to get more of that finger inside of him. Anne was able to get hold of the bottle of lube and use it to coat her fingers. Then she returned to poke on the asshole, this time going in deeper and searching for the sensitive bump of nerves.
Philip used his position to continue to stroke Anne’s pussy, alternating it with a gentle massage of her breasts. Anne was opening him wide, turning her fingers and scissoring him carefully. When his asshole was open well, Philip raised himself to his knees and helped Anne to straddle his hips. The hard cock entered her, slick with lube and pre-come. Philip wasn’t gentle and she didn’t want him to be. She wanted, no she needed to be fucked. By Philip… now...
Philip ran his hand over her body, briefly cupping her cheek, before coming to rest on her chest. He kissed her then, licking at her lips with a warm and wet tongue. A piece of chocolate appeared between his lips from nowhere and Anne let it melt slowly. Philip’s lips parted and he sighed, moving his hips up and then slamming them down.
Philip’s cock was jumping with his thrusts, hot and hard, when Anne moaned and pushed upwards to bury him deeper into her. Philip’s cock was throbbing, very close to emptying itself inside that thigh heat. The woman on top of him was moving with a steady rhythm, bringing them both to the happy end. One of Philip’s hands was gripping her on the ass, while the other stimulated her breasts. He could feel the butt plug in his own ass as an enormous cock, splitting him in two. It was more than what she could take, being stimulated from both sides and seeing how close Philip was.
Philip raised his legs, bending them in the knees and providing more strength for his thrusts. His cock was stabbing Anne’s pussy with quick, hard strokes, moving his whole body up until they both were coming – Philip filling her with hot sperm.
The power of the orgasm made Anne collapse and Philip had to hold her with both hands to prevent her from sliding down. It was sweet to watch that beautiful woman lose herself after a hot fuck session. Philip was still embedded inside her, when Anne came back to life and looked down at the man under her.
Anne ran her hand slowly over Philip’s shoulders, down to his flat belly and then up to his nipples. Anne bent down and licked at his lips, making them wet and then lapped at his teeth. Philip’s soft cock slipped out of Anne and both of them could feel the come leaking out of her pussy. Philip moved lower and leaned over, pushing Anne flat on her back to look at her plugged hole.
Anne’s tongue peeked out of her mouth and Philip jostled the plug with one hand. She grunted as the toy moved into her ass and Philip pulled it out a few teasing inches, before thrusting it back in at a di
fferent angle. Anne moaned from both the pleasure and the pain that move provided. Her asshole was too sensitive now, after that amazing orgasm.
Philip carefully removed the plug and proceeded to exam the stretched asshole. It remained slightly open and was red on the rim. Anne, however, was providing quite a show by making it close and open again and again. Anne threw her head back onto the bed when Philip pushed first one finger in, quickly followed by a second. She bucked up, lifting her ass off the bed and tossing her legs over Philip’s shoulders.
Both of them growled and Philip laughed at Anne’s renewed excitement. It was funny how fast Anne was growing excited again and she wasn’t going to let things stay this way. She reached between Philip’s legs and get hold of his cock. Philip tried to slap her hand aside, but she wouldn’t let him.
They teased each other with lazy thrusts for a while, until they were both half ready and pleasantly flushed. Philip seated himself against the pillows and tugged at Anne to make her sit in his lap. The table with the dishes was close and easy to reach and Philip took one of the plates in his hand. They ate and drank from the champagne, enjoying their closeness and the good food.
Philip nipped at Anne’s neck and often ran his hands over his chest and pussy.
“So, this is your idea of a picnic in the house?” Anne asked lazily, stroking Philip’s balls and now and then reaching further down to touch his hole.
“Didn’t you like it? I thought that it would be just your thing.” Philip made it a point to thrust against the curious finger that was right now trying to enter him.
“You have no idea…” Anne laughed and took another piece of chocolate.
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