She squealed then, a sharp jolt running through her cunt, clenching hard on my dick.
“Oh god, oh god, Peter, yes,” she moaned. “Put a finger in my anus, I want it, I want it.”
But I chuckled low in my throat then.
“No baby, not my finger in your ass. Your finger,” I corrected gently. “You’re gonna finger yourself as I fuck you honey, that’s right, slip one in.”
The brunette’s eyes flew open then, big caramel pools turning to look at me wide-eyed over a slim shoulder.
“Mr. Parker,” she gasped. “Mr. Parker!”
And I chuckled low in my throat. Because yeah, I wanted to see the girl finger her butthole as I fucked her vagina, it was gonna be the sassiest show around. So without missing a beat, I uncurled her hand and guided her middle digit towards her crevice.
“Right there, baby,” I growled, still going deep with my penis, pushing her hand forwards. “Right there, put it in.”
And with a low moan, head tipped to the sky, eyes dropping closed, the beautiful brunette did it. As I slid my dick deep into her twat, her slim middle finger went up her butthole and fuck, but the sight was amazing. A woman buttfucking herself as I fucked her pussy? Oh yeah, right up my alley, one hundred percent just my thing, I fucking ate it up.
And that about sums up our relationship. Mandy is my everything, the answer to my questions, the sum of all parts, the other half to my whole. Because she’s smart, worldly, with an amazing sense of humor and the sassiest, sweetest personality I’ve ever met. Sure, it wasn’t easy telling her parents that we’d moved in together, that I’d up and left New Jersey to take up fucking their daughter full-time, but the little girl handled it with a grace I’d never expected.
“Mom, calm down,” she’d said patiently into the phone. “Didn’t you hear me? Yes, I’m pregnant, but I’m still finishing my degree.”
I couldn’t hear exactly what Trish was saying, but the furious squawking on the other side told me everything.
But their daughter was unruffled despite the fact she was clearly getting a verbal beating. Without missing a beat, Mandy took another bite of her sandwich, another sip of soup, while listening on the phone. Hey, being pregnant is hard work and the girl was eating for two.
“I know, I know,” she said patiently again. “You don’t have to worry. No, he didn’t take advantage of me, I’m eighteen. Yes, eighteen makes everything legal, I’m an adult now. He’s forty. Yes, Mom, I know it’s a big age gap, but it works for us.”
And I shook my head with admiration. Hell, if it’d been me on the phone, I would have been shouting my head off, losing my cool and flying off the handle, veins bulging in my forehead. But my girl was different, she could juggle irate parents while eating a meal, all the while pregnant and cramming for classes.
And that’s why Mandy’s perfect for me, for us. Because with five kids, we’ve both got our hands full, what between play dates, school, extracurricular activities, and three nannies. Yeah, with this many kids, we need the extra hands and the money we spend on nannies, a cook, and a driver is completely worth it. But Mandy is an efficient manager, organizing everything so that our household runs like clockwork, smooth as cream, everyone happy save the occasional child throwing a tantrum.
And you know what? This is my life now and I love it. I’ve got my hands full with a job, kids, a loving wife, and I couldn’t ask for more. There is literally nothing that I’d wish for, except perhaps a few more orgasms for the beautiful brunette currently touching herself in front of me. So putting in my best effort, I grabbed those fleshy hips and drove in deep, feeling that slick channel squeeze my dick. Oh yeah, Mandy was so tight, so small still even after giving birth, that it never took long.
“Finger yourself,” I grunted, eyes fixed on that nasty little digit in her hole. “Keep going, I can feel you stroking yourself through your ass wall.”
And the brunette just moaned, head dropping forward, those brown curls drifting over her shoulders.
“Yes, Peter, yes, Mr. Parker, this is what I want, this is what I want,” she chanted. And with another loud, guttural moan, another jerk of my hips, we both came, shattering with ecstasy.
“Fuuuck!” I roared, grabbing that fine, curvy form to me, pressing her vag tight against my hips as I bucked and shot, loads of white spraying her interior passage. “Fuck!”
And the way Mandy creamed around me, screaming as her pussy spasmed, clenching, drawing my sperm ever deeper into her body, gave me all the answers. This union would be a fertile one, a successful shot at heaven, and in nine months, I had a distinct feeling that my woman would be growing round once more with our sixth child, proof again of our love for one another. Because my eighteen year-old babysitter, so luscious and firm, delicious and tantalizing, was having my babies now, one after the other … and it was absolutely right because I’d fallen head over heels for the woman of my dreams.
THE END
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The Curvy Girl Takes Two Men
~An Erotic MFM Paranormal Tale~
© 2017
By Cassandra Dee
CHAPTER ONE
Jurlique watched him from beneath her lashes. He was gorgeous. And huge. At least six five, with chestnut hair waving off his forehead, deep hooded eyes that promised satisfaction, and a full, mobile mouth made of wet dreams. He was built like a warrior – heavy pecs, muscled arms, and thick thighs which looked like tree trunks. Jurlique licked her lips in anticipation.
Too bad that he couldn’t see her. Not really, at least. As a serving woman at the coven, she went about her work each day swathed in an oversize gray robe, which hid her shapely figure and luscious curves. The hood was up, as was customary for all servants, shielding her blonde hair and angelic face, eyes the deep blue of sapphires.
Jurlique quietly continued serving the savory roast pheasant to the warrior males at the table, making no sound except for the most dulcet, “More sir?” at intervals, her movements gracious and demure.
He seemed to sense her even from across the room, watching her closely as she gracefully balanced the silver platter and tongs, moving around the table slowly as the males broke their fast after a long day of sleep.
As she approached his side of the table, he gave out a rumble of laughter, jesting with one of the other males. They were both dressed for leisure, one of the few days off from the hunt. He wore a black cashmere v-neck sweater that hugged his biceps and charcoal slacks which framed his long legs.
What she wouldn’t give for a taste of the male, thought Jurlique. As a serving woman, she existed for the pleasure of the male vampires and their guests. The women waited on their masters hand and foot, and serviced the few verlahen, or female succubi, at the coven.
At the moment there was only one verlahen in training, and Lucinda was a handful. Jurlique was glad she was done serving the intensely sexual female.
In the meantime, as she rounded the table towards the big male, Jurlique felt a faint flush creep up her body, heat suffusing her face and throat.
“More sir?” she murmured quietly, the faintest tremble of her body the only sign betraying her attraction.
“Yes, thank you,” he replied graciously, watching as she placed a piece of juicy pheasant onto his plate, ladling the gravy with care. He took in a deep breath, inhaling the faint scent of orange blossom emanating from her cloaked figure. He then turned to speak with the male next to him, silently dismissing her. Jurlique moved onto the next diner, again offering the roast pheasant.
The big male definitely hadn’t noticed her, and the faintest twinge of regret ran through her as she returned to the kitchen for her own meal.
CHAPTER TWO
Lukas stretched lazily, his muscled arms almost touching the ceiling in the narrow passageway. He was a guest of the New England coven, an emissary from California sent to discuss the
imminent danger to the nereid world. The vampires knew that the continued encroachment of human activity put the nereids’ watery home at risk of extinction.
Already, the nereid population was shrinking, driving the species to seek human mates and creating weak, half-breed offspring. The half-breeds appeared 100% human in most cases, and had no supernatural powers.
Lukas kept walking, his long strides eating up the distance in the narrow stone passageway. No nereids had shown their faces at the coven yet, and he wasn’t exactly looking forward to seeing their slippery tails.
As he tightened the rough terrycloth towel around his waist, his mind wandered to the pleasures ahead of him. As customary for vampires, each coven hosted its guests in the utmost style. Visitors were waited on hand and foot by serving women, who ensured that every detail was perfect.
Another luxury was access to the coven’s facilities, including state of the art gyms, training rooms, and recovery rooms. Most covens carved deep caverns into their facilities, sparing no luxury in appointing their spas with the latest high-tech saunas. Exotic massages, scrubs, and other luxury services were also available at the requests of guests.
As Lukas approached the mighty bathing cavern, a fragrant gust of fine tropical mist enveloped him, apprising him of the pleasure to come. He came to an archway made of stone, and gazed at the scene below.
A large pool had been carved into the rock formation, thirty feet below where Lukas now stood. The water was steamy and yet relatively clear, enabling him to see the blue tiles inlaid on the floor and sides. Again, no expense had been spared – the mosaics formed an intricate jewel-colored sunburst on the floor of the pool with exquisite motifs of birds and mythical animals.
The temperature of the water was fairly hot, judging from the mist which hung in the air. Lukas could see a male relaxing in one corner of the pool, heavy arms outstretched on the pool edge, surrounded by a bevy of nude females who gently lathered him with suds.
Rose petals limned the surface of the water, and the women no doubt held basins containing scented oils which they gently rubbed on the large male. The vampire gave a great sigh of satisfaction and opened his bright blue eyes, seeing the visitor.
“Lukas, join me,” he gestured with a massive hand. “The rose bath is something that you shouldn’t miss during your stay here,” he chuckled. “Our ladies ensure that it is a most enjoyable experience.”
“Not afraid to come out smelling like a woman, Oribe?” Lukas asked as he strode towards the group. He dropped his towel to the floor and stood nude by the edge of the pool before descending into its glittery depths. The serving women glanced at him appreciatively, taking in his heavily muscled frame complemented by a massive penis, as least ten inches in length even when flaccid. More than a few of the serving women felt their bodies grow hot in the mix of water and oils.
“Not at all,” chuckled Oribe in return. The large vampire gave his head a slight shake, his damp dark locks spraying fine droplets of water onto the breasts of the women surrounding him. “The experience itself is enough to make you want to smell like a courtesan.”
As Lukas waded waist deep into the clear waters, he detected an undercurrent amidst the heady scent of roses. A faint trace of orange blossom emanated from one of the women, and he immediately recognized the servant from the dining room.
He had noticed her despite the heavy gray robe shrouding her face and figure. Her gestures had been graceful and gentle, and he had sensed, rather than seen, her faint trembling while she served the roast pheasant. He’d been intrigued.
As he neared the small group, the warm mist cleared slightly so that he could see the woman with the orange blossom scent. She was utterly beautiful. Heavy blonde hair framed the face of a Venus de Milo, with a figure to match. She was amply built, with enormous breasts which swayed temptingly with her movements, and soft arms meant for stroking. Her flesh was pure peaches and cream, dimpled like that of the Venus herself. He felt himself grow hard at the sight of her, watching the trail of her narrow waist disappear below the water.
Noticing Lukas’s distraction with Jurlique, Oribe chuckled to himself. He mentally congratulated himself for asking the woman to accompany him to the spas this evening. He was building alliances for the upcoming Nereid meeting, and a little uninhibited sex with a beautiful woman was always one way to make friends.
“I see you like the looks of this serving woman,” said Oribe, his deep voice rumbling with amusement, beckoning the voluptuous blonde closer. He gestured for her to sit in his lap, gently cupping one of her luscious breasts with a large hand.
“Yes, I noticed her at the daily meal today,” replied Lukas. “She was unusually deft and the lilt of her voice melodious.”
“It’s not unusual for our serving women to be charming,” said Oribe. “The New England Brotherhood is like all other covens. We honor our past verlahen by permitting them to stay at the coven. They remain in service, even though they may no longer be of breeding age. Jurlique here has been at this coven for three hundred years,” he said, lightly squeezing a nipple.
Lukas’s watched intently as Jurlique’s nipple grew hard under Oribe’s caress. She leaned back sensuously into Oribe’s embrace, and gasped slightly. The large vampire chuckled again, and let his other hand drift under the water, stroking her thigh lightly.
“Lukas, you must help me punish this servant,” said Oribe. “I caught her with an object that she shouldn’t have had on her person,” he added. “Or perhaps, in her person would be more accurate,” he chuckled.
“Oh really?” asked Lukas silkily, taking in Jurlique’s glistening naked form. “And was it a dildo, perhaps?”
“Yes, you catch on quickly, my friend,” replied Oribe. “But not just any dildo. After I asked her to accompany me to the baths, she disrobed with the rest of the girls, and what did I see but a giant double-headed dildo protruding from her pussy. Evidently, she’d been fucking a woman, and left the dildo in herself as a reminder of the sex,” he said.
“You mean this whore has been walking around all day with a toy deep in her pussy?” asked Lukas incredulously, thinking back to the dinner just an hour ago.
“Yes indeed,” replied Oribe. “These sluts are unbelievable. Evidently, Jurlique worked an entire day at the coven with the double-cock in her vag. We just didn’t know because her robes are so loose. Maybe we should swap out the robes and just let them walk around naked,” he chuckled.
“Anyways, I pulled the dong out of her myself with the greatest pleasure,” Oribe added, nodding to an obscene black appendage lying at the edge of the pool. The rubber of the dildo was still wet on one of its heads, no doubt from leftover pussy cream.
“I bent her over and removed it inch by inch as the other girls watched,” Oribe said. “Now it’s time to punish our dear Jurlique, and you, Brother Lukas, are to help me with the discipline.”
CHAPTER THREE
Lukas could hardly believe the tale he’d just heard. This obscene pig of a vampire Oribe had just informed him that the sweet and demure Jurlique with the incredible curves had been walking around all day with an enormous two-headed dildo buried deep in her pussy.
How wrong he had been to assume that Jurlique was sweet and gentle. Instead, she was a complete slut. Well, slut was no problem, it was right up his alley in certain circumstances. Lukas was ready to help with the discipline, and nodded assent to the other vampire.
“My dear girl,” said Oribe, addressing Jurlique. “You definitely deserve your punishment,” he said. “Don’t resist, and it will all go smoothly,” he soothed.
Jurlique nodded silently, and prepared herself to do the two males’ bidding. She knew her sister serving women would only watch, and would not join unless expressly directed.
Oribe helped her sit up in his lap with her back to him, and gently undid the knot at the nape of her neck. Heavy blonde hair tumbled waist-length into the water, its golden highlights glinting in the soft light. Lukas felt himself grow hard,
imagining the long tresses wrapped tightly around his cock. His hand slipped to his dick, fingers forming a tight circle at its base as he slowly began stroking himself.
Oribe chuckled again, seeing the movement of Lukas’s arm. He let his fingers run up Jurlique’s creamy thigh, making sure that Lukas had a direct view through the clear water. He gently rubbed Jurlique’s pussy lips, stroking the soft folds of the exterior, being careful not to hit her clit. The folds were fleshy and juicy, much like the girl herself.
Jurlique gasped, tilting her head back to expose her long, graceful neck, red lips parted slightly and eyes drifting shut with pleasure, the long golden lashes perfect half-moons against her cheeks.
“That’s it, enjoy,” rumbled Oribe, as Jurlique spread her voluptuous thighs while reclining in his lap, her legs drifting weightlessly in the water. Her arms crept upwards to encircle his neck, and she arched her back, rosy nipples pointing into the air. The scent of orange blossoms grew stronger in the nostrils of the two men.
“That’s it, baby girl,” Oribe repeated. He then took two fingers and parted her labia so that the interior of her pussy was on clear view. Lukas’s breath grew short and he tightened his grip on his cock.
Jurlique’s pussy was mouth-watering. The faintest trace of golden hair dusted her pussy lips, which were stretched wide at the moment by Oribe’s heavy digits. Her inner channel was glistening pink, deepening into a rosy red as his gaze drifted upwards and inside. Her clit was huge and throbbed visibly through the clear water. His mouth watered at the thought of tasting it.
“Come touch it,” invited Oribe, seeing Lukas’s intense gaze.
Lukas moved forward slowly in a trance, cock still tightly encircled in his fist. As he approached the couple, the other serving women gave way, forming an audience of slick, nubile bodies. Lukas positioned himself in front of the couple, and reached a large finger through the water to lightly brush against Jurlique’s exposed clit.
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