“Sshhhhh.” He put another inside me and went back to business. I bit his shoulders as the sensations started to intensify. Quickly, he kneeled and removed my underwear. His fingers were replaced with his mouth. I gasped as his tongue finally made contact with my hungry pussy. He used the tip of his tongue to explore my womanly folds. Slowly, slowly he licked me, using slow circles until they focused on my clit. I spread my legs even more and I felt Flay breathe deeper, as if smelling me. He sucked my kitty lips and I held on to his shoulders, desperate for more. He licked me again and again, faster this time and I moved my hips to his rhythm. I got so caught up in his movement that I was a bit disappointed when he stopped. He stood up and sucked my breasts this time, his mouth making tiny suckling noises as he focus on my nipples which have hardened into buds.
He took my hand and led me on the bed. I lay there, with my blouse askew and my bra almost on my waist. My skirt was a mess but I didn’t care. I felt oh so wanton. He went on top of me and removed the rest of my clothing. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered as he ran his hands on my thighs. He looked at me intensely as his cock entered my cunt. He entered me slowly, torturing me centimetre by centimetre. I bucked my hips to meet him, encouraging him to enter me with force. I wanted to feel all of him. Still not taking the hint, I encircled his waist with my legs and pushed him deeper and deeper. I moaned because he’s so big and I am so filled. It felt sooo good.
He moved his hips back and forth as his cock moved in and out of my cunt. His rhythm was the most delicious thing ever. “Damn it Flay! I want you so badly.”
“Really? Then come and get me.” With that, he rocked me with so much intensity that I thought I’d scream. I bit my lips as he fucked me, enjoying his faster rhythm. He went faster and faster until I felt him grip me even tighter. “I’m coming!” He pulled his dick almost completely and drove it without resistance inside me. I felt my belly tighten, my toes tightening with the anticipation of my own orgasm. I gripped his shoulders. “Now, baby. Now!” With that, he came blazing hot and fast inside me. My eyes instantly filled with satisfaction. Finally. I thought.
I must admit that that encounter proved to be very erotic indeed. I am not that adventurous sexually. In fact, I am naturally shy by nature. But then, I guess Flay simply brought out the wanton in me. Our meetings became even more intense and hair-raising. Soon enough, I lost interest in my boyfriend. Days passed when all I can ever think about was Flay. Flay and his huge dick.
Flay left for the University a couple of days ago. I didn’t have any expectations. I know I am not in love with him. It was just the sex that did it for me. I figured I must be lonely or anything close to that. I am not. Life goes on. Besides, Flay taught me a whole new meaning of physicality. That’s enough for me.
I had no idea that it was about to get better for me. A week after Flay left, his father arrived from a 10-day long convention in Mexico. Mr. Finlayson looked better with the tan. While I never thought of him as someone who’s really drop dead handsome, I have never seen him look this good. The day he arrived, it was raining badly and so Mrs. Finlayson and her assistant decided to stay at their office and go home in the morning. Sometimes, I wonder what’s going on between the two. They never part. I know it sounds malicious, but still... they might be hitting it off.
Anyway, I stayed most of the time at Jasmine’s room then, basically because it was the first time that I was left alone with Mr. Finlayson. I played with Jasmine until she fell asleep and decided that I’ll go home tomorrow. Anyway, I do have a room here and I have plenty of clothes there, specifically for instances like this. I walked out of Jasmine’s room and headed for the library, which was near Mr. Finlayson’s office. It was dark. Maybe he’s asleep.
I turned on the lights and smiled. This room is phenomenal. It was done is shades of gray, with hardwood shelves that are pinned against the wall, with a movable wooden ladder so one can reach the upper shelves with ease. One side of the room was curved, giving it a very unique look. It’s like being hugged by thousands of hardbound books, the bulk of which are four times my age. I focused on the entire shelf of books on popular psychology----which is my favourite. I used the wooden ladder to reach all my beloved volumes and almost jumped instantly when I heard the door open. “I had no idea someone uses this library other than me.”
“Mr. Finlayson. I...I love to read. I happen to enjoy being here. I hope you don’t mind.” I stammered.
“Not at all. Read whatever you like. It’s just that for years, I was the only one who lives here who seems to really like books.” He went on. “ I like women who read.”
I continued to gaze at the books, but then my knees were actually trembling. I have to leave now.
I spun slowly and was shocked that Mr. Finlayson’s face is just mere a hair strand away from my----you know. “I...Whoa!” I lost my balance and thought I would fall flat face on the floor. Mr. Finlayson held me and brought my thighs closer to his face. “Mr. Finlayson... I don’t think we...”
I stopped in midsentence as he breathed me in. I tingled all over. Oh but that felt wicked. Boldly, I spread my legs and pushed his face against me. I was wearing purple leggings then and his deep intake of breath felt really, really swell through the thin fabric. His hands found my butt and he kneaded them as if it was play dough. Right then and there, I figured I don’t want to stop this. I moved my hips seductively against his face, like I was dancing. I moaned like a cat as his nose rubbed my clit through the cloth. “Take it off Mr. Finlayson. Please take it off.” I cooed him and begged him in my sweetest voice. He slowly pulled the leggings down, my underwear with it. I was freshly waxed and stood there with my pussy bare. He sighed and murmured something and stared at my hairless cunt reverently. I made a small gesture of trying to cover my self up, just to play coy. But he quickly shook his head and begged me with his eyes to remove my hands. That I did. And then, my favourite part-----he started licking me very slowly. I moaned and cooed him by slightly moving my hips to his rhythm. He parted my kitty lips and blew some warm air. With the tip of his tongue, he licked the walls of my pink pussy. I moaned loudly. “Oh Mr. Finlayson, that feels so good.” I moaned again. “Oh, don’t stop please...don’t stop.” He rubbed up and down my thighs as he blew some air on my cunt, making me feel and warm and tingly. I gripped his head and shamelessly pushed him against me even deeper. His tongue found my clit and teased it with the velvety tip. I bucked my self against his mouth and my moans became even louder. As he continued to lick me, my whole body tensed and in seconds, my juices came out of my cunt---all warm and slick. His licks became faster this time and as I came again, he tasted every bit of me and I shivered.
That very second, the library door opened. I could have died then. It was Kendall, Mrs. Finlayson’s assistant. “I thought I’d find you here.” She said.
“Where is she?” Mr. Finlayson asked.
Kendall laughed. “The clients are keeping her busy. Now back to business.”
I stared at the two of them in surprise. What the hell is going on? Mr. Finlayson continued his feasting so I lost all sense. I closed my eyes and moaned again. I felt Kendall watching us and for some weird reason, that turned me on so much that I moved my body against Mr. Finlayson’s mouth just for show---so that Kendall would see more of me. Mr. Finlayson stopped what he’s doing and carried me until we reached the large mahogany office table. He settled me there. What happened then made the whole thing even headier. The two of then were immediately kissing torridly in front of me. It was then that it dawned on me that Kendall and Mrs. Finlayson are not hitting it off. It’s because she was obviously smitten with the male Finlayson.
Mr. Finlayson undressed her quickly and I cannot help but gaze at her womanly body. Her breasts were ample but still very firm, she has a tiny waist, and a curvaceous hip that make you want to squeeze just to see if it’s real. I never paid too much attention to Kendall before, simply because she seemed a little to conservative. Now I understand that the conservati
ve clothes in dull colours are merely cover ups for this truly wanton bombshell.
Kendall undressed Mr. Finlayson just as quickly and it was the surprise of a lifetime. He is naturally gifted, if you know what I mean. His shoulders are strong and well built and his legs and thighs are muscular---just like a not-so young Hercules. However, his dick was the real show stopper. It would give PVC pipes one hell of a competition. It was huge and thick and rock hard. It stood like a proud arrow and made me swallow real hard. How on earth will that thing fit inside her?
Kendall walked towards me and pushed me to lie on the table. She spread my legs so wide and started kissing my thighs. God, it felt amazing. Her tongue is the best thing my skin has ever come in contact with and I moaned and moaned as she planted light feathery kisses in between lickings.
Her tongue found my pussy and once again, I was given some oral sex so well, I thought I’d fall off the table. Her tongue licked my cunt deliciously, like a cat licking cream. Her tongue was gentler but I must say that it was a lot better than Flay and Mr. Finlayson combined. From what I can see, Mr. Finlayson moved behind Kendall and massaged her breasts sensually, his other hand fingering her pussy. She was moaning and moaning all the while trying to pleasure me. “Faster Grant, faster!” she said as his fingers came in and out of her. He pinched her nipples and inserted another finger inside her. Kendall was trashing her head already and I could sense her coming. She continued licking my clit and moaned against my pussy.
She made a sound like an animal in pain as Grant Finlayson entered her from behind. He held her waist as he fucked her, her breasts swinging from the movement. With one hand, she gripped the edge of the table and with the other, finger fucked me. Her rhythm was slow at first, mimicking the rhythm of Grant’s thrusts. As Mr. Finlayson’s cock moved in and out of her, she increased her pace and inserted another finger inside me. I was moaning like crazy, my entire body hot and feverish.
Kendall trashed her head as the pace quickened tremendously. Grant must have felt her about to orgasm and quickly pulled his cock out. Kendall looked a bit pained and moved to pay attention on my breasts. She sucked each one as she caressed my neck lovingly. I felt something rock hard probe at my entrance and I realized amidst the sucking and the licking that it was Mr. Finlayson. I moaned at he entered me----he was indeed so thick and big. I felt was being torn apart. I didn’t care though----it felt so damned good.
He moved in and out of me and I felt like my insides were melting. I moved my hips to meet his thrusts and I still couldn’t get enough. I wrapped my legs around his waist to take him all in and as he drove swiftly, I screamed with the pleasure of it all. I reached out and inserted my finger on Kendall’s pussy. She’s so wet and hot and slick and I had a sudden urge to taste her as well. I adjusted my body so my mouth is only a few inches away from Kendall’s womanly kitty lips. She tasted like toasted rice---earthy and all nutty. It was the first time I have tasted a femme and I have no regrets. She tastes amazing.
I plunged my tongue inside her intimate mauve folds and explored her like a new kind of exotic fruit. I licked her gently, putting all the pressure of my tongue on her clit. I can sense my own orgasm coming and as Grant moved in and out of me, I moved to his rhythm. I quickened my licks on Kendall’s pussy now and she twisted her body, begging for more. As I licked her, I felt her thighs stiffen. A little more please, I thought.
Grant groaned and held my waist even tighter. “I’m coming!” He pulled himself and came all over my tummy. Kendall bent down and licked all of Grant’s secretions and with the slickness of it all, my orgasm came like no other. I intensified my hold on Kendall and she screamed while she came with my fingers still inside. Grant kissed her as her body shook----my hand the only thing between them.
The Watching Wife
My husband, Fred, and I recently moved into town. It was the move that sealed our fate because it finally meant we were starting anew and leaving everything that has happened behind us. Fred and I had a rotten past, especially before Taylor was born, but we were determined to make things work. There was not a hint of doubt that Fred and I loved each other, a love that soared to greater heights when Taylor entered the scene. But you know how life goes: you can’t have too much of a good thing. If things are presently going your way, brace yourself. That good cycle can’t last, and soon, life’s apt to throw a few large lemons along your way.
When we moved into our new house, I felt more convinced and positive than ever that things are going to work out just right. It’s about time too because I can only take so much of Fred’s womanizing ways. Like I said, my husband and I love each other, but that doesn’t mean we’re faithful to each other—in Fred’s case anyway. I am perfectly aware my husband is having some golden time between the sheets with several women, and I think he knows that I know, but I let the issue slide. Friends have called me names for allowing the situation to progress to the lengths it is currently in, but what can I do? I’m 100 percent confident Fred won’t pack his bags and leave me and his son for another woman. He could have done that in the old days, when we didn’t have Taylor. But Taylor’s here now, and God knows how much Fred loves our son. I know Fred would pick Taylor over me in a heartbeat, and I honestly don’t mind. If the tables were turned, I would’ve done the same thing. Besides, I know Fred would never leave Taylor. My husband may have a wild streak with other women, but he’s an excellent father. Save for Fred’s womanizing tendencies, I couldn’t ask for more.
Every time I look at my husband, I somehow understand why women have a hard time keeping their claws off him. Fred is the stuff of every housewife’s dream. He’s more than six feet tall, dark haired, green eyed, broad shouldered, and muscular. Fred is tall, dark, and handsome personified. He’s quite scruffy too, which adds to his already huge appeal. I’m grateful Fred’s my husband because if he wasn’t and he made his infamous advances at me, why, I’d gladly give in too.
Fred’s huge in all aspects, and yes, this description includes the thing dangling between his legs too. My husband is gifted with an exceptionally large cock. Sometimes, I wonder how he manages to get it all inside me when things get hot and heavy. But it does, really. The feel of Fred’s cock thrusting in and out of my moist vagina is one of the best in the world. I could come at the mere thought of it, and I admit I have done this a couple of times too. Maybe the fact that I am easy to please has something to do with that feat, but yeah, you could say my husband and I have a very healthy sex life.
See, I’m not too bad-looking myself. I’m tall too, though not as tall as Fred is. Where my husband is huge, I am slender. Where my husband is scruffy, I am neat and primped. My looks are the exact opposite to Fred’s. I am blond, brown eyed, and virtually hair-free. According to my friends, this clash in the looks department is what makes Fred and I look so good together. Some even say Fred and I could give Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie a run for their money, but I wouldn’t go that far. My husband and I may be a gorgeous couple, but we prefer to live a simple, fuss-free life.
It was because of this desire to make things run as smoothly as possible that Ashley entered our lives.
If you’ve experience moving into a new state or city or house, you can probably identify with the stress that comes with moving. I surely felt that in the first few days my family and I moved into the house. It’s a crazy experience, having to figure out where to settle things down and where to put this and that. Throw in the fact that Fred and I needed to get to work in a week, and you’ve got a crazy household in the picture. Taylor, being only eighteen months old, obviously can’t go to school yet. Fred and I discussed this issue together and, after a short discussion, agreed to hire a babysitter from Monday to Friday to keep Taylor company.
We didn’t know anybody in the neighborhood yet, so we had to ask help from someone. We went for Marissa, a friend, and it was she who referred Ashley to us. Marissa assured us Ashley was a “fine catch” and that she (Ashley) was an expert when it came to babysitting. We agree
d right then and there for Marissa to send Ashley over to the house. The sooner we can find a babysitter, the better.
It turned out Ashley, for a nineteen-year-old, was a total bombshell. The second I opened the front door and saw her face, I immediately knew there was going to be trouble. The girl was gorgeous. She was glowing and radiant all over, kind of like how you imagined the face of an angel would be. Ashley was blond like me, but whereas my eyes were brown, hers was this light shade of blue that reminded you of clear blue skies. She had a heart-shaped face and small slightly pouty lips that were naturally pink. Ashley was small but not frail looking. I let my eyes travel down her body, and I saw more trouble ahead. The babysitter’s body was hot. She had a perfect hourglass figure, which was likely due to her tiny waist. Her hips and ass weren’t too wide and big, respectively. Her breasts were on the small side although they were erect and as round as oranges. I had to admit the outline of her breasts were one of the best I’ve seen.
I’m too old to be having body issues, but I admit I am envious of Ashley for her youth. It’s not so much her looks but the vitality and youthfulness that emerged from her every pore. She looked so young. If Taylor had been a few years older, I am sure the tyke would have fallen in love with his babysitter right there and then.
As to whether Fred found Ashley sizzling hot, I don’t really know. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to read between the lines, though, because even I found myself quite attracted to Ashley, and I’m a girl, for Pete’s sake. Fred went on his way as if nothing struck him strange in particular. He and Ashley were polite and made small talk when chance permitted, yet I sensed a kind of growing sexual tension between the two. I ignored my guts and told myself I am getting paranoid. Ashley is a teenager, and my husband is in his late thirties already. No way would he pick on someone who could pass of as his younger sister.
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