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Jeremy gently pulled her hips as he pushed his erection up against her sex. Heat pulsed through her and she felt her eyes glaze, her head rolled back onto Brandon's shoulder. Jeremy pushed again, and again she was rewarded with a pulse of heat. Brandon slowly put his left hand under her tank top, under the edge of her bra and found her breast. Her nipple hardened at his touch and sent a fresh wave of desire through her. Could this be happening? she thought. Is this a good idea? She shoved that thought away because her body was too far-gone.
She reached under her skirt to find Jeremy's pants button. She undid the button and pulled to one side releasing the zipper. Under his jeans his dick swelled under his underwear, the material thin enough she could feel the heat of his skin. Jeremy lifted his hips to push his clothes down allowing his erection to spring free against Kristen's clit and she moaned. She pushed against Jeremy rubbing herself against him, awakening her arousal further, her hearing drowned by the sound of her own blood rushing in her ears.
Brandon continued to hold her tight, rubbing her breast, kissing her neck, his erection hard against her backside. He reached under her skirt to find her panties. He stuck his thumbs through the lacey material then pulled out away from her hips and her panties disintegrated. Tossing the wrecked material aside, he lifted her.
But it was Jeremy's fingers that found her. At least she thought so. Her body was a mass of sensations and it had become difficult to differentiate who or what was touching her, urging her on. He slid his fingers into her and her breath caught again. Her mouth open and eyes closed she began to move, to give in to the pleasure of another man's hands on her, in her.
Suddenly, it wasn't his hands but his dick, hot and hard. Jeremy lifted her by the hips and guided her down slowly onto him. As he filled her she let her mouth fall open and her breathing began to come a little more unevenly. Brandon's hand closed around her jaw and he pulled her mouth around to his and he kissed her. His mouth hot and wet and wanting. His tongue a salve, water of life. She had to have it and she eagerly kissed him back. One of his hands held her face to his the other cupped and squeezed her breasts.
Jeremy began to move inside her, so hot, pushing and pulling. Kristen didn't know where she stopped and started anymore. Her need, her desire flashed and burned and consumed her. She felt Brandon's hand move to her bottom and lift her. His cock was hard and wet when he put it to the opening of her ass. He wouldn't push, that was for her to do as they did when they made love just the two them as not to hurt her. But her body was open and wanting and she lowered onto him steadily and easily, sheathing his cock in her ass and Jeremy's in her as well.
Both men froze not wanting to push her beyond what she wanted, not wanting to hurt her. But Kristen was all over this. She had fantasized of this very thing and was now lost in the overwhelming pleasure of it. She began to move. Up and down, tilting her pelvis and enveloping them again and again. She rode them and as she did she climbed higher and higher until her body quaked in wracking spasms. She called out and fisted her hands on Jeremy's chest. Her climax pushing them over the edge, both Brandon and Jeremy found their release. Inside her she felt them pulsing and the heat of their climax explode and spread in her. She collapsed, all her strength tapped, Brandon's arms holding her tight.
They sat quietly a moment catching their breath before Kristen kissed her husband, leaned forward to kiss Jeremy, and got up, "I don't know about all y'all, but I need a shower." She sauntered off toward the house as if they had just finished a picnic but inside her heart raced, her eyes were wide, and she was screaming OH MY GOD! WHAT DID I JUST DO? But she was also so very pleased at the moment. That was amazing, she thought.
TIME TOGETHER
As she showered she wondered what the boys were talking about. She hoped that everything was okay. She didn't start this after all. She decided that she would go out and rejoin them after she got dressed and pretend that nothing had happened, that everything was just like it had always been. She walked into her bedroom wrapped in a towel, her hair still dripping down her back and saw her husband sitting on the edge of the bed, his head down. Uh oh, she thought.
Brandon looked up at her, his eyes somewhere between burning desire and utter panic. "I need to know. I need to know," he said urgently, almost pleading. He stood quickly, moving to her in one step and enclosed her in his arms. In an instant she was under him on the bed, his knees between hers, pushing them wide. "I need you," he said into her mouth as he kissed her. He kissed her mouth and neck with desperation. He ran his hands down her body causing the towel to fall to her side on the still-made bed. "I need you," he said again then entered her.
"Yes," Kristen sought to reassure him with her words, her body. "Yes," she said again, "I need to you, too. I need you, too. I love you."
And he took and felt and found solace in his wife, as he had not done in so long. They looked at each other, eye to eye, into the windows of their souls, to confirm their connection to affirm their love, their relationship, until he was spent and melted into her kissing her softly.
They lay there in each other's arms long into the night. Brandon spoke softly into the silence, "I thought I was okay, you know? We had talked about this kind of thing even if we never thought it would happen and I thought I was okay. And it was so amazing, watching you, with him, being in you and feeling ... everything..."
He ran his hands through his hair as he thought how to say the next part. His wife listened, not wanting to interrupt him, knowing he needed to say what was warring in his head and heart. "It was amazing. Then, I dunno. I began to panic. I worried that maybe I'd just lost you. That maybe I'd just lost you and I was the one that allowed it to happen." he looked at her then, "I just needed to know. Needed to know I still had you. That we were okay, I guess. Sorry. I kind of jumped on you."
Kristen smiled, "I know what you mean. I was feeling a little that way, too. And it's okay, you jumping on me that way. I kinda liked it." She thought a moment, sorting out her ideas and feelings a moment before speaking again, "We're okay. I love you. No chance of losing me. You're stuck, Mister." She smiled and rolled up on her elbow to look at him and kissed him. "We are so okay," and kissed him again. They made love once more before catching sleep in the last hours before morning.
TIME FOR FRIENDS
Kristen awoke, click, like a light being switched on. Brandon still lay asleep, sprawled on his back. It had been a long, emotionally charged night so she left him to snooze while she got up to make coffee and maybe read a while.
As she passed the guest room where Jeremy stayed she assumed that he still slept as well. She busied herself making coffee and then meant to return to her bedroom quietly to get her book before curling up on the couch for some quiet time. But when she passed the guest room the door was open and Jeremy was making the bed. When Kristen knocked on the door jam Jeremy smiled at her and invited her in.
She had wanted to see him last night after her shower. She was anxious to know that everything was good between them and that it wasn't, well, weird. She didn't know what, if anything, had transpired between her husband and Jeremy last night after she left and before Brandon's return to their bedroom last night. She decided to ask, "Hey, Jeremy, I just, I guess, I just want to be sure that we're still good. You know? I wouldn't want one foolish crazy night to ruin things. You know?" Her voice sounded awkward in her own ears. Nervous much, Kristen? Geez.
Jeremy turned to look her, "No. No! Kristen, not at all. Nothing weird here." He started to turn toward the bed again but stopped, reconsidering. He turned back to look at her straight on, "I've been in a bad place a while now. You, and Brandon, I guess. But then that is a little weird so... You are safe. Comfortable. I trust you. Last night, you, your body, shit. Um, it was exactly what I needed. Like you healed me. Like your body healed me a little, I guess." He hesitated, Brandon appeared in the doorway. Kristen turned to see him too and she smiled. He always does make her heart smile when he is near. And after last night, the way they had rec
onnected, reassured. Nothing could get between them. Amazing.
"I've already had my morning nookie but do I get to watch?" he said nonchalantly leaning on the door jam and sipping a cup of coffee. Kristen started to explain that what he had seen wasn't what he had thought, they were just talking. But Jeremy, having done another best-friend-telepathy-thing again with her husband reached out for her waist and pulled her to him, urgently taking her mouth. His eyes, however, stayed for a moment on his friend, gauging his reaction.
Apparently her husband was indulging his latent voyeur tendencies because Jeremy, satisfied with what he saw on Brandon's face, closed his eyes and deepened his kiss on Kristen. Giving in to this newest onslaught of sensations and emotions she returned his kiss and closed her hands on his biceps. She felt his dick grow hard immediately against her belly and desire tightened like a fist low and hot in her groin.
Jeremy lowered her onto the bed and continued kissing her, licking and biting at her neck and jaw, pressing his cock between her legs. She felt warm and wet beneath her panties. He grabbed at the hem of her nightdress and yanked it up to her ribs. His fingers trailed up from her hips to her side and her breasts. He found her nipple hard and erect, begging to be teased. He squeezed it between his thumb and index finger, making her suck in a gasp of breath and let it out again with a moan low in her throat.
She looked over at her husband. He seemed to be making a study of them, watching appreciatively like one would an alluring painting in a museum. His lips were parted slightly and his eyes seemed to feast on the sight of his wife's pleasure. Kristen closed her eyes and felt, no, absorbed Jeremy as he slid hot and thick into her. She felt full inside and so hot she wondered it didn't burn.
He moved on her, driving her up, fondling her body, desire flashed like fire across her skin. Her mind began to spin, white hot, then colors exploded behind her eyes as her climax built and peaked. Kristen clutched a Jeremy's back holding him deep in her but her eyes found Brandon. He was lost watching her, his own cock hard in his hand, watching her. Her orgasm exploded from her core, clamping down on Jeremy as he came with her, throwing her head back as her body pulsed.
Spent, she let her arms fall wide and her knees splay to the sides. Jeremy lay with his head buried in her ribs, waiting for breath and heart to return to normal.
Though her eyes were closed she heard Brandon rise from the chair. He leaned down to her and whispered, "You are amazing. I love you." Then he kissed her sweetly and before reaching the door he said, "Go get cleaned up kids. I'm making waffles for breakfast!"
She felt Jeremy laugh into her side. He looked up at her smiling. Kristen laughed too, "I guess it's time to get up!"
The End.
Welcome Home
Its so nice to be back in my old room after spending a year on a mission trip. I look through my closet as I think about the job search I must start. Hopefully I can find something quick so I can move out of Mom's house. I undress removing my bra and panties and throw on a tank top and short shorts glad to have the comforts of home. I hear a key in the door and know Mom must be home, only when she walks in I see she's not alone. The first thing I notice is the carnal look in his eye, I can tell he wants me, although I have been in a third world country not having any sex for the past year, my senses must be off. Oh well. Mom has chosen a hottie that's for sure he's tall and muscular, and that look on his face... I have to remind myself he's Mom's
"Cathy, I'm so glad you're home! This is William, my boyfriend." She says as she eyes my attire. I feel horrible, I thought my first day back would be just the two of us. "Will, honey this is my daughter" she beams. I hug them both, only when I hug him he pulls me close and I know he feels my erect nipples. He smells amazing as our embrace ends, I feel his hands graze my bottom. I shake the thought, it must have been an accident. I learn that Mom and Will have been together almost a year. After a few minutes I excuse myself to work on my resume. I keep thinking about what just happened and am hopelessly confused.
When I wake, I decide I need a shower to take my mind off things. I wash my self and as I'm finishing up I bring the showerhead down and tease my clit. My mind drifts to thoughts of Will's strong arms wrapped around me. I use my other hand to grab my breasts, I pull at my nipples, when I'm startled by a noise. Good what kind of daughter fantasizes about her mother's man. I turn the water off and open the shower curtain.
"Ohh," I scream "What are you doing here?" I yell as I grab for my towel. He beats me to it.
"I was enjoying the show. Here let me help you," he says as he dries my hair.
"You sick pervert!" I yell. "What would my mother say?" I snatch the towel back and try to leave but he blocks the door. He's twice my size, there's no way I'm getting past him so I hold the towel tight.
"Your mother says she wants me happy, and looking at that hot little body makes me happy." With that he shoves me to my knees. His fist is in my hair and his long cock finds my mouth. I try to fight but its useless, I've accidentally dropped my towel. He is so much stronger than me and I can hardly catch my breath as he fucks my mouth. I try to scream, that doesn't happen with my mouth full. Finally he pulls me up.
"Creep, get away from me! I'm telling my mother what a jerk she let into her house!" I scream as I try to cover myself.
"You dumb whore, don't you know a woman will always blame the other woman," he says as he slaps my face. "Especially after last night, you were practically naked. You think she missed these beautiful nipples standing at attention for me," as he pinches them. I know he's right. I look to the ground and shake my head. "Are you going to be a good little slut now?" When I don't answer he lifts me over his shoulder and carries me to my bedroom. He slaps my ass, I'm helpless. Before putting me down his hand wanders to my pussy. "You stupid little slut, I knew you liked it. Why do you fight me?" He puts me on my bed.
"My mom," I'm crying now. I can't bring myself to look at his face. "I can't do this to her, its so Wrong."
"It's ok your mom will never know," he says as he plays with my clit. It feels so good and before I know it I'm moving my hips and let out a moan. I can't believe I'm so turned on right now. He stops. "Are you ready to get on your knees for Daddy?"
"Please don't make me do this"
"Fine you leave me no choice but to punish you, when you are ready to be Daddy's little slut let me know." He sits on the edge of the bed and pulls me so I'm on the floor sitting on my knees. I wait for the intrusion, but it doesn't come instead he frees his dick. Its beautiful. He pulls my face onto his lap so his cock rests against my face. He slaps my ass. "Count as I spank you, you are in charge of this punishment when you are ready to be a good slut for Daddy I will stop."
"One," I'm sobbing. As I say the word, I feel his cock against my lips. It's kind of hot.
"One what?"
"One Daddy," the next one comes harder than the first. "Two Daddy. Three Daddy," his assault continues, it hurts so bad and his delicious cock is so tempting. "Thirteen Daddy. Fourteen Daddy," I know what he wants and before he can spank me again I do it. I lick the length of his dick. I'm moaning as I do its nice to free myself and he rewards me by massaging my ass.
"Good girl," he says as he allows me to ravage his cock like a famished whore. I can tell he's about to come, when he pulls me off of him. "Get on top of me," he demands.
"I want you in my mouth," for some reason sucking him off doesn't seem as bad as fucking him. I'm still worried about hurting Mom.
"A good little slut gives Daddy what he wants," he pulls me on top of him. It feels amazing when his cock pierces into me. When I fail to move he spank my ass again only now that my pussy is full its feels incredible and although I didn't want to I'm bucking my hips. "Slow down," he demands as he begins to kiss and lick my breasts. I pull my feet so they are flat on the bed and lift myself so only the tip of his dick is inside me then I lower but just enough so his head is inside. I do this a few times as I watch him moving in and out of me. It's so hot then I drop allowing
him to fill me. I alternate between small teasing strokes and burying him inside me. "You are a good little slut aren't you?" I nod my head. "Say it," he demands.
"I'm Daddy's good little slut," I say I can barely contain myself and grind my pussy against him so my clit gets massaged. He grabs my nipples as I come harder than I've ever come before. He thrusts a few more times and empties into me.
"Good girl," he says as he embraces me. "You've made Daddy proud," I beam at the compliment.
Later that evening Mom and Will are in her room. I find myself jealously wondering what they are doing in there. While we eat dinner Mom informs me that Will is moving in with us. Will winks at me and I know I will continue to fuck my mom's boyfriend. I can't help the tears that stream down my face.
"Cathy, what's wrong?"
"Nothing I'm just so happy for you two," Will nods at me as I answer.
"Cathy, I want you to make Will feel comfortable here"
The End.
Unfaithful Discretion
Lacey ran across the lawn in a panic, she could see the car approaching and couldn't let a second slip by for fear of getting caught. She reached the car door and swung it open quickly, hopped in and shut it quietly behind her.
'Go, go, go!' She whispered to the driver without looking at him. Her heart was racing with fear and excitement, she could feel her hands shaking and nervousness warming her face. Once they were away from her street she relaxed a little bit. No one could know what she was doing or who she was doing it with. Her chest heaved up and down and she finally looked at the driver, she felt guilty being here with him, but just looking at him stirred up many other feelings that could simply not be ignored.
'Hey,' she said quietly, and smiled shyly. She had only dreamed of what was happening and now that it was, she had no idea what to say. He only smiled at her coyly, and suddenly the urge to pounce on him right there in the driver's seat almost overwhelmed her.