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Phallus of Her Obsession: Part 2

PHALLUS OF HER OBSESSION: PART 2 AN ADOPTED BLACK DAUGHTER SEDUCES HER WHITE BROTHER. Based on a post by Statius [https://www.literotica.com/authors/Statius/works], in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-2025_202506/PhallusOfHerObsession2.mp3] at My First Time [https://feeds.feedburner.com/my-first-time]. [https://archive.org/download/summer-2025_202506/PhallusOfHerObsession2.jpg] Tammy was a college senior, and captain of the women’s volleyball team. They were both at home at their parents for a long holiday break, the parents were now gone for a few days visiting, helping grandma move into an assisted living home. Those few nights were long for Tammy. She tossed and turned. The thought of him in his old room, just down the hall, she in hers, alone. They had taken this time to hang out a lot, staying up late, sitting on the couch watching movies, playing video games, the proximity was killing her and driving her crazy, and every night ended the same; hanging out as long as possible, going to bed alone, fingering herself in the shower, to a Cardi B playlist, cumming (while trying to keep from screaming), and falling asleep unsatisfied. She flirted as much as possible without actually throwing herself at him, trying to get his attention. She would wear short shorts showing her legs off, tanks or tube tops, anything to get a look from him, including needlessly creating situations to touch him. But nothing seemed to work and it was taking its toll on her. AN OPEN DOOR. Three or four days in, after staying up late day after day, he had gone to bed before her, doing the usual and leaving his door open just a crack. Tammy had decided to take another late shower, trying to calm down and get herself to think about something, anything else, anything but him. After toweling dry, She pulled on her pink satin chemise over her head, the one she always slept in, it was short, just to her hips, while still in the bathroom. She had lingered in there, taking her time and slipping out quietly. She looked at his just barely open door and hesitated. That night two years ago slammed into her mind hard, flooding her with the memory of it. Before she knew what she was doing, she approached his bedroom door, quietly, and slowly pushed it open, and stood there, peering in. Her breathing stopped, she could see him lying on his bed, some faint light from the street coming in thru his windows. Two more steps in, still by the door she stopped again. Her breath catching, her chest heaving. Josh lay there on his bed and it was hard to see at first but he was wearing his boxers, and that's when she noticed something odd about his position. Even though he was wearing boxers, his hand was resting there, and under it, his half hard cock was out, slipped thru that front slit. She looked at his face, but his eyes were closed, his breathing seemed normal. Slow and deep his body inhaled, then slowly exhaled. He was sleeping deeply. But what was that? Now it was too much and she wanted to know. Tammy crept up slowly to his bedside and since it was hard to see in the dark, she picked something up next to his pillow; a little towel. Her fingers touched the soaked thru wet stickiness on it. She was shocked, and realized Josh had jerked off after going to bed, and from the feel of this towel, he came a ton, it was soaked; was it for her? Did he cum thinking of her? He hadn't said anything lately about having a girlfriend or even that he liked anyone. Her mind went immediately to the hope that it was for her, and felt herself get wet, her knees even a little weak, now. It was overwhelming, that thought, that he came thinking of her, and unconsciously she held the towel up, smelling it, her fingers pressing into the wet cum, feeling it on her fingers. She shook her head, snapping out of it, looking at him sleeping. And just like two years ago, she knew she should just leave, but even though she kept telling herself to go. She remained rooted to the spot, looking at his face, then at his hand, which was covering most, but not all of, his lovely flaccid cock. He shifted, rolling on his side, His cock facing her, his hand slipping off and his eyes remaining shut. Tammy stood there still knowing she should leave, and trying to make herself, but she just couldn't. That memorable night replaying in her mind more vivid than ever before, urging her to do it again. Her desire consuming her. She knew without a doubt that if she did anything, he'd wake up for sure. There was no alcohol in him tonight; if she touched him, let alone stroked or sucked him, or better yet, rode him, he'd wake up for sure. Her mind raced; does she trust it’s impulses? Should she do it? The consequences would be brutal; unless, unless she was right, if he had jerked off thinking of her? Then, maybe if he woke up to her blowing him, he'd let her, even take her, maybe? By the time all these thoughts raced thru her mind she was at his bedside on her knees, leaning over, reaching for him, staring at it, just like two years ago, only this time there was a little more moonlight, bouncing off the snow; and she could see where it was still shiny, wet with cum. She pursed her lips, her resistance breaking down again, like before. Josh let out something between a sigh and a moan, breaking her out of her reverie; she thought she saw his eyes flutter open, but it was so fast she couldn't tell, then they were motionless again, closed lids, and still breathing like he was asleep. When her eyes went back to what really had her attention, she could tell it was bigger, like it was getting hard in his sleep, she saw it twitch even, right there in front of her face. Tammy likened it to his cock calling to her, telling her to take it, taste it again. Like, like it knew she wanted to. She pulled her hands back, desperately afraid that by touching him with her fingers, he'd wake up. Now resting them on the edge of the bed, but that didn't keep her from leaning her body further, closer to that whitish pink bulbous head, still shiny with left over cum. Tammy already knew, just like we do, what she was going to do next; s

Phallus of Her Obsession: Part 1

PHALLUS OF HER OBSESSION: PART 1 AN ADOPTED BLACK DAUGHTER OBSESSES OVER HER WHITE BROTHER. Based on a post by Statius [https://www.literotica.com/authors/Statius/works], in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-2025_202506/PhallusOfHerObsession1.mp3] at My First Time [https://feeds.feedburner.com/my-first-time]. [https://archive.org/download/summer-2025_202506/PhallusOfHerObsession1.jpg] Tammy hesitated, wondering if she should do this, take advantage and follow her urges. Her brother, two years older than her, had turned 21 a few months back. Tonight he called her from the bar; drunk, and his friends gone. She had been hanging out with her best friend, Shelley. This afternoon, Tammy was returning a favor. A few weeks ago, Shelley took her to the clinic, where Tammy got her first supply of birth control pills. Tammy was surprised how much better her tits filled out her tops, and especially her sexy new red bikini. After returning the pickup to Shelley’s brother, they stayed for a late supper. Then they returned to work even later, on setting up house for the new semester. They were moving Shelley into her new apartment, putting the bed together, and arranging the other furniture and kitchen stuff. When the call came in, they stopped what they were doing and went to pick him up and take him home, to his bed. Now, here she was, alone with him, in the pitch dark of his room. His legs hanging off the bed and him sprawled out across it. Shelley had waited in the car while Tammy helped him quietly get in the house, through the back door, far away from the master bedroom, where she hoped their parents were still sleeping. They went down the  hall and got to his bedroom, and to his bed. Even though Tammy knew she shouldn't, she undressed him. She had told herself that she knew he wore boxers; and the temptation was too much. She finally had her chance, one she waited so long for, and decided to pull off his top, then slide off his boots. Then she began to undo his jeans, one button at a time. She realized fairly quickly, that Josh was not wearing boxers. He was free-wheeling tonight. A Commando indeed. She stopped; seeing his head and shaft pressed against his pale skin. Josh was moaning, feeling a woman's presence near his half hard shaft; but Tammy knew he wasn't aware that it was her, his adopted sister. Her hands so close, her face inches away from his, My God! This has to be an 8 inch cock! She was so close, he could probably feel her gasping warm breath on it. She hesitated, debating. She had waited; had fantasized about this for a year now, ever since she saw on his phone, a short video she never should have found. It was for his then girlfriend, of him stroking himself. Ever since then, she wasn't able to deny to herself the crush that was growing for years. Josh had a tough time getting over the breakup. He was just now trying to get back into dating, after 3 celibate months. And she knew he liked black girls. He had always flirted with her friend, Shelley. Shelley was built so much like herself, just a few inches taller and with a bigger ass. They both had tits that turned heads. Not massive pendulous jugs, but full C cups which stayed high and firm, providing eye candy with any low-cut blouse. Tammy never had a problem getting a date. She was 5'5, athletic; actually, the number one ranked volleyball player in the state, last year  in high school. And now  she’s nationally-recognized college athlete. Guys were always asking her out. In fact, Josh was the only guy she knows, who didn't look at her 'that way' or hit on her, ever. Of course, that made sense to her, they grew up together. His parents adopted her when she was three, and he was five. Mom learned she could not safely get pregnant again. Josh doted on her. He was always a good older brother; protective and caring, except of course, for the usual sibling spats. But here she was, in the dark, leaning over the side of his bed, hands on his thighs, his jeans half off. “dance with me, darling” he mumbled. Was he dreaming? Does he think he’s still at the club? He continued slightly moaning, while she was leaning over him, that large white crown head staring back at her in the faint moonlit, so close! All she had to do was stick out her tongue to taste it... and her will power crumbling every second she hesitated. He moaned again, his hips shifting; maybe because his jeans were half on and uncomfortable. Maybe because even though he was very drunk and almost passed out, he was still aware of a woman there, so close to his now twitching cock. Tammy couldn't tell; and was ready to do what she knew was proper, that is, get up and leave, after disrobing and tucking him in, that is. But then something happened, something she didn't expect but unconsciously hoped for, something she took as a sign. He reached up and touched the side of her face, feeling her soft skin. Brushing his fingers up her cheek, he didn’t say a word. She panicked for a minute, startled, expecting him to wake up, look at her. Perhaps a surprise and shock on his face. She was ready to bolt, and quick. But she realized he hadn't raised his head, hadn't looked up; he was still, just lying on his back, his face turned to the side, it looked like he was finally sleeping. She sighed deeply, just now realizing she had been breathing so shallow it was almost as if she had been holding her breath. Then it happened, the thing she took as a sign, as permission to do what she wanted. His hand stroked up her cheek, his fingers and palm turned, flat on her cheek, then moved around to the back of her head, and with gentle pressure pulled her face down to his curly pubis, his harry sack, and his lovely scepter.

Innocence and Grace

INNOCENCE AND GRACE COLLEGE GIRL FINDS FAITH - AND OTHER THINGS. Based on a post by BurningMonkey [https://www.literotica.com/authors/BurningMonkey/works]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-2025_202506/InnocenceAndGrace.mp3] at Connected [https://feeds.feedburner.com/connected-podcast]. [https://archive.org/download/summer-2025_202506/InnocenceAndGrace.jpg] BREAKFAST PROTEIN DRINK. Grace rolled over and hit the snooze on the alarm. Stretching, she rolled back and snuggled into Sean's arms, kissing his chest. He sleepily rolled into her and gave her a morning kiss on the lips as his hand lazily moved up and down her bare thigh and hip. "Morning, hot stuff," he mumbled through a smile. "Morning, stud," she murmured back, then, "Hmm; as his hand traced its way slowly but purposefully across her naked ass cheek. "Keep that up and I'll be late." He took her hand and moved it down under the sheet to where his erection was growing. "Speaking of keeping things up, see what you did? And since it's your fault, I think you should do something about it." "Oh, I should, should I?" she asked archly as she slid down the length of him, grinning. "And, uh, just what do you think I should do?" Her head was resting on his belly now, her hand stroking his length rhythmically and smoothly. "A little mouth-magic would do wonders for my problem, I think;" he said just before she moved her head forward and engulfed the knob at the end of his shaft. "Ah;" he gasped. "Yeah, just like; ah!; like that; She slipped her warm, soft lips up and down his turgid cock, following it with her hand, licking and sucking on the ridge of the helmet, then the bulbous head itself, then down the shaft again, sucking hard on the upstroke, relaxing on the down stroke. .. It only took a few minutes of her concentrated attentions before his back arched and he let out a "Humph!"; a warm flood of thick, creamy cum exploded in her mouth, and she swallowed, and swallowed again, holding the head in her mouth. She continued sucking softly and gently for a few minutes more, making sure she got every residual drop, and then finally released his slackening tool with a little pop. Still gripping the shaft loosely, she turned to look back over her shoulder; grinning; "Um, was that sort of what you had in mind?" "Oh, yeah, baby," he said, catching his breath. "And now;" He moved forward, intending to do something more with her, but she forestalled him with an outstretched hand on his chest. "No," she said firmly. "No time. I have to get packed. Consider this your 'goodbye' quickie blowjob." She promptly rolled out of the bed and began to dress, briskly. He lay in the rumpled sheets watching her. "So I won't see you again until the fall?" Sean was a 'townie', someone she'd run into at a convenience store a few weeks back. Some flirtatious talk, and they'd gone for drinks; a few drinks, and they'd wound up here, at his place. That had been the first time, but there had been others since, culminating in last night's marathon sex romp, her "going away" party before she left campus to go home for the summer. "No, you won't see me again until September." If then, she added mentally, but didn't say. She tended not to stay with one guy very long; there were too many other good-looking; and good sexing; men and boys out there to find, and she didn't want to be tied down. It wasn't that she was a slut, exactly; it was just that this was all new and exciting, like a first trip to the amusement park: She wanted to try all the rides before settling on her favorite one. Since hitting college last fall an entire new world had opened before her. Suddenly freed from the constrictions of a small Midwestern town and out from under the watchful eye of her mother, Grace had discovered parties. And boys. And sex. And alcohol. And sex. And boys; frat boys, nerdy boys, jock boys, smart boys, hunky boys; and of course, sex. Her roommate, a second-year student named Andrea, had pitied her constrained upbringing and undertaken to introduce her to the wider world. At a frat party during the first two weeks of her arrival on campus, Andrea had introduced her to Todd; later that night, after much drinking and flirting, she'd discovered the wonders of mutual masturbation upstairs in Todd's room. He had wanted to go on, but she had refused for fear of pregnancy. The following day she'd gone straight to the campus health center and gotten a prescription for the pill, something she would never have dared do in her hometown where everyone knew everyone, or so it seemed. With protection safely in hand, she promptly embarked on a voyage of exploration, seeking out whatever opportunities for carnal learning that college had available; which turned out to be many more than she had ever imagined. Andrea had been particularly adamant that Grace learn how to give both a good handjob and a good blowjob, especially the blowjob. "It's a necessary skill, girl," the roommate had said. "It's the best weapon in your arsenal." "Every girl can fuck; you just have to be ready and willing. The guy does most of the work and you get to share the fun. And every girl can give a handjob; it just takes persistence and a little lube, though guys prefer girls who are better at it over girls that aren't. "But make a man blow his load in your mouth in under three minutes? That's special. You won't have to go looking for guys, they'll come looking for you once word gets around, and believe me it will get around. And it keeps the ones you like coming back again. It sets you apart." So she had undertaken to instruct and coach, using bananas, carrots, cucumbers, and on several occasions the loan of Andrea's boyfriend, Matt. They'd even staged some group encounters, where Grace could contrast and compare and learn how different guys liked different things. She'd learned to deep throat, and to swallow cum, the taste of which she had at first not cared for much, but which she eventually came to enjoy. And Andrea was right: the boys started coming; and cumming; in droves. And of course she was also into fucking, and giving handjobs, and getting her pussy licked and finger-fucked during all this. She learned all the positions, and many new techniques, and diligently did her Kegels every day. She adamantly refused to do anal; that was just nasty in her mind, and she couldn't get past it; but she allowed every other orifice she possessed to be used, in whatever imaginative way some guy wanted to use it. She discovered new and different places for fun, too: between the stacks at the library; in the narrow greenway corridors between the campus buildings; in the theater; in a parked car (that one seemed to be popular); in broom closets and storage sheds; in alleys behind bars and pizza parlors; in the press box of the stadium; behind the stage curtains during an orchestra performance. And on one memorable occasion, sitting in the back row of a big half-empty lecture hall. She'd taken to packing extra hankies in her purse for clean-up, and she'd needed several that day; she had cum twice, and he'd had a gusher. She packed away her jeans and took to wearing sweats and yoga pants and skirts exclusively; they were easily accessible for spur-of-the-moment activities. And she discovered her fetish for semi-public sex, someplace where there was a risk of being caught. Not too big a risk, of course; she didn't want word of her activities to make its way home to mother's ear. Her mid-term grades were, predictably, disastrous, and she realized that if she wanted to continue her 'other' studies she would have to apply herself more to her academics. Since then she'd curtailed her adventures, but not ceased them. Final marks at the end of the first semester were acceptable, so she continued with her balanced approach: study hard, then party hard. So far it seemed to be holding up well. Or at least well enough. And now the school year was over, and she had to go home. She sighed as she left Sean's and headed back to her dorm to finish packing. A long, dull summer to look forward to, with nothing much to do and low probabilities of getting laid; her town was too small, and the risk of her mother hearing about it too great. BREAKFAST "Are you ready, Grace?" her mother called from the bottom of the stairs. She sighed as she took one last look in the full-length mirror, checking to make sure she would pass her mother's muster; nothing too revealing, you know; "Yes, mamma," she called. "I'll be down in a minute." She swung out the doorway, grabbing her wide-brimmed hat from the bed on the way, and bounced down the stairs. This was the first time she'd worn this sun-dress, and it felt good. It was light and breezy, silky against her skin, and if the wrap-around style showed just a little too much d collet and the full flouncy skirt ended an inch or two higher than would meet her mother's rather straight-laced opinion of "appropriate", still it wasn't risqu enough to be outright objectionable. As a finishing touch, she'd added a thin gold chain that dangled down into the deep valley between her full, firm tits, drawing downward the eye of anyone who looked at her; or at least it would draw the eyes of the boys in that direction, and that was her target audience. REDEEMER LUTHERAN CHURCH. At the bottom of the stairs her mother waited, looking Grace over with a critical eye. She seemed on the verge of saying something, but in the end she merely turned and led the way out the door. The ride to the church was uneventful, and as they pulled into the lot and parked Grace waved to Jenny and Kristy, her two friends from high school who were also back home for the summer. "I'm going to go talk to the girls for a minute," Grace said as she exited the car. "I'll see you inside, mama." Walking over to her besties, she gave and got hugs all around. "Wow," Jenny said, stepping back and giving Grace a thorough look-over. "You look hot!" "Oh, do I?" Grace said in mock innocence, turning and twirling. "I didn't know." Kristy laughed. "Well, it seems college has changed you; you used to be so buttoned-up, almost mousy," she said. "I like the new you." As they walked towards the church, Jenny said, "I can't wait 'til we get together and talk. I have some pretty good stuff to tell you both." Grace smiled. Jenny had always been the most flirtatious member of the group, almost wild if "wild" had any meaning in the context of their small town. It wouldn't surprise her to hear that Jenny had a couple of boyfriends at school, and she looked forward to hearing all the juicy details of her conquests. She was quite sure that the other two girls would be surprised, maybe even shocked, at the stories Grace could and would tell; They parted inside the door and made their way to their respective customary seats with their families. Grace's mother scooted over a little to give Grace room to sit comfortably, then turned her concentration to the front. Another boring ho-hum sermon, Grace thought, and prepared herself to suffer through it. But when the preacher emerged her interest suddenly picked up. "Who's that, and where's Pastor Elmont?" she whispered to her mother. "Pastor Elmont is ill," came the whispered response. "This is his replacement, at least for the next few months." Grace liked what she saw. He was young and good-looking with nice dark hair, and dark hypnotic eyes, and nice shoulders; As he launched into his prepared speech, she kept noticing his hands. They were strong and graceful, and she couldn't help but wonder how those hands would feel running all over her body. She felt a little tingle start between her legs, and scolded herself: This is no place to be thinking that way. But still; When the service was over, she met up again with Jenny and Kristy. "Oh, boy!" Jenny said, pretend fanning herself. "Did you see him? What a hunk! I wouldn't mind him putting his shoes under my bed!" Kristy concurred. "He's a hottie, all right. Too bad he's a preacher. They get so weird about sex, most of 'em, like it's something terrible and to be avoided at all cost. Right up there with stabbing babies, or something. Unless you're married, of course," she added as an afterthought. "Then it's okay. But only to have children." "Is he married?" Grace asked. "No, I don't think so," Jenny answered. "At least I haven't heard that he is. And he's not wearing a ring; I checked." Jenny's family sat closer to the front than those of the other two girls. "He's fresh out of seminary, just got his divinity degree, or so I heard. This is his first assignment." Jenny's mom was also the first to get all the good gossip, which Jenny dutifully passed along. "First assignment? He must be lonely, here, then; Grace said, speculatively. "Away from his family, his friends; I think I'll go and say 'hi', welcome him to town." Jenny and Kristy exchanged knowing looks, and burst out giggling. "You go right ahead, girl," Kristy said through her smile. "Best of luck. We'll be rooting for you." They both burst into giggles. Waving away her two friends dismissively but a little sheepishly, Grace strolled over to where the new preacher, Pastor Greg, was greeting and speaking with his congregation outside the church door. She waited patiently as he finished greeting and speaking to the elderly Johnson couple, and when they finally moved away she stepped up and smiled. "Hi. I'm Grace Carmody. Welcome to our little town," she said brightly, holding out her hand. "Thank you," he responded warmly, enfolding her hand in both of his and holding it there. "My name's Greg, Greg Newman. It's nice to meet you. Are you a regular attendee, or are you just visiting? I confess I haven't memorized all of the names of the congregants, yet." He chuckled self-deprecatingly. "It's a lot to absorb in such a short time." His eyes up close were even more mesmerizing than from a distance; dark pools of mystery, hinting at hidden depths and secrets. And dark as they were, there was fire underneath; she had seen it during his sermon, and she saw it again just now, up close. His hands around hers, touching hers, felt good. Very good. They were warm and gentle, though she felt strength in them, too. The moment when she would ordinarily have expected him to release her hand, came and went. He continued to hold it. Maybe I should break contact, she thought. But that would be rude, wouldn't it? And it could possibly create an embarrassed awkwardness ; she was reluctant to provoke, so she simply surrendered to the simple pleasure, however long it lasted. "Yes, I imagine it is quite lot to get your head around," she said conversationally. "My family attends here, and I grew up in town, but I'm just home from college for the summer." She noticed his eyes drift down to her neck, then lower, following the slim gold chain, lingering a moment where it disappeared between her tits before coming back up to hold her own. She felt that tingle start again between her legs, and a thought came into her head, a half-formed idea. But did she dare on it? "I was wondering;" she began casually. "I'm taking a Women's Studies course on the changing role of women in the American scene, and I'd be interested in hearing your views on the changing role of women in the church, where it's been, where it's going, and whether or not you think we're headed in the right direction." He smiled. "Why, I'd be delighted to discuss that with you, Grace. Right now, though, I have to make some visitations. I'll be back in my office around three o'clock, however; would you like to come by then? We can talk at length about it." "Um, sure," Grace answered. "That would be fine." The tingle increased with the intense look he gave her, and they stood regarding each other as the silence stretched between them. Finally he released her hand and said, "Until then. It was nice to meet you, Grace." He turned and walked into the church, beginning to loosen his tie as he went. When she got back to the car her waiting mother asked, "What were you and the new preacher talking about?" "Oh, I was just telling him how much I enjoyed his sermon," Grace answered innocently. "I said I'd like to know more about the subject, and he said he'd be available this afternoon to discuss it. I think I might come back. He's very; spiritual." Grace had no idea what the sermon had been about. She hadn't paid the slightest bit of attention. But she knew that if she couched her visit to the church in religious tones, her mother wouldn't object. "Yes, I thought it was quite good," her mother said distractedly as she navigated her way through the parking lot, to the street. "And he does have a very forceful delivery." She glanced at Grace. "So have you taken an interest in faith, finally? I've been praying for that for years, you know." Grace looked out the window. "Oh, well; maybe I just needed to hear it the right way. Pastor Greg is more; interesting than Pastor Elmont. His presentation, I mean," she amended. "Well, I hope he can get through to you. Lord knows I've tried and failed;" her mother muttered, not quite to herself.   Oh, I'm sure he can; get through to me, Grace thought, assuming he wants to. Of course there was always the possibility that he might not want to, that he was just as upright and straight-laced and weird about sex as Kristy's dismissive evaluation would describe. But the way he'd held her hand, and the intensity of his gaze, and that single drifting; and lingering; glance down to her cleavage, all gave her an inkling of hope, at least. WARDROBE ADJUSTMENTS. Grace puttered around the house until almost three, then quickly packed a few things into a carry-bag and called, "I'm off to the church," as she went out the door. She was wearing jeans and a knit polo shirt, the rather sober and nondescript uniform she'd adopted since she'd arrived. But on the drive over, she pulled off the road onto a little-used side lane to put her plan into action. She quickly shucked off the jeans to reveal the tiny red satin thong she'd donned at the house, just large enough to conceal her slit and clit. She replaced the jeans with a very short, flouncy skirt that barely covered her ass. Skinning out of the polo shirt, she unhooked and discarded her bra and pulled on a tight, cropped, midriff-showing t-shirt that had a strategic tear down the middle of the front to show off her cleavage. She remembered wearing atop like this, when she entered a wet t-shirt contest, during spring break. The suggestiveness was clear; I m about to rip this thin cotton top, and reveal everything! She was already wearing sheer thigh-highs topped by lacy borders; they ended several inches below the hem of her abbreviated skirt, exposing a nice expanse of creamy skin. Checking her look in the mirror, she nodded with satisfaction; her nipples, already hardening

Kosher Virgins Share A Sabbath Tryst

KOSHER VIRGINS SHARE A SABBATH TRYST A SHY JEWISH TEEN S VERY FIRST TIME By nutmegman [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=4534862&page=submissions] - Listen to the ► Podcast [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/Kosher-Virgins-Share-A-Sabbath-Tryst.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/KosherVirgins.jpg] In 1981, I was a good Jewish lad, living in a little town in Western Massachusetts. I was still in high school and had just turned 19 in my senior year. I was very, very shy while growing up. I didn t really expand my friends much in high school. I was super quiet and extremely shy. I barely spoke to any girls, except for Carrie. She was in my Temple USY (Jewish religious youth group) and a little younger than me at 18. Carrie helped me overcome my shyness with her when we were very little, so that we remained close friends and spoke almost daily on the phone throughout our teen years. We would talk after school on most days. She was also dating my best friend. So I d see her over at his house and at USY activities. Somehow, I was usually squished up next to her in car pools. She d whisper something in my ear on those moments, and get me smiling, and I d shush her so her boyfriend, Howie, didn t catch on. She was just 5 foot & a cute girl with dark shoulder length hair, big eyes, really cute face and body; and huge boobs, really. I was actually more interested in her older sister who was a year older than me and was less curvy. Big boobs were okay, But I wasn t obsessed with huge boobs, but Howie was. Howie was entranced by them. He spoke about those huge boobs all the time, more than the personality inside. And Carrie knew that, but she still stayed dating him. And so it went with Howie telling me he was dying to get to her tits & twat, and how she was going to be his first. Then, with Carrie talking to me at other times, she was telling me what Howie wanted to do to her, and how she wasn t ready, and that he was pressuring her. Then she told me she went on the pill with her mother s permission to be extra safe even though a condom was going to be used if & when Carrie did have sex. Nothing happened between them, yet. Howie had been pushing for about 2 months and was getting aggravated in his wait. Time was passing. A bit about Jewish views on fornication: Unlike Christian teaching that all sex outside a marriage is clearly a serious sin, Jews are taught to make a reasonable effort to follow the religious law. Once a Jew believes he s tried to do his best, he doesn t feel shame for falling short , spiritually. He met his obligation. A few weeks after the start of our senior year, I told Carrie that I was going to have the house to myself from Friday afternoon through Sunday late afternoon on a September weekend. My parents were taking my sister to a friend s home in Salem for the weekend and they were spending the weekend in Rockport. The house was mine to relax in. I only told Carrie. See, I wasn t a partier, which my parents knew, so they weren t worried about that. They also left me the other car as I had earned my driver s license a few months prior. Carrie suddenly loved the idea that I was going to be alone and she wanted to join me for the weekend. I said; No because Howie would kill me . But she concocted a plan with a girlfriend of hers who lived just a few streets away.  Howie evidently thought she was having an all girl weekend . He figured he wouldn t see her at synagogue, either. Sabbath Night  Late Friday afternoon, about 5 minutes after my folks were gone, & before I knew what was going on, Carrie was ringing the doorbell with a backpack of clothes in her hand. I let her in and she grabbed me in a big hug. Okay, this was getting interesting. I was kind of shocked by the hug, but I gently hugged her back. Having her so close to me, gave me an instant erection that I hoped she did not detect. Her first words to me were; I m starving, what s for dinner? I ordered a pizza and it was delivered. I had been cutting lawns and doing odd jobs and had money and always paid my own way. Carrie s family was wealthy (by my standards) and she didn t work other than the odd babysitting job, and had a nice allowance each week. While we were waiting for the pizza, I showed her my sister s room and put her bag in it. We made sure she was not visible when the pizza came, as I knew the delivery person. She went up and changed into some flannel pj's and came back down. I had to admit, she looked good and snugly. She told me to go up and change into my pj s, which I did. The pizza was consumed and we went and watched TV. 1981 was before cable TV (as we know it today) and we only had over-the-air TV. We watched whatever was on. I sat in my usual spot on the couch and much to my extreme surprise, Carrie came & sat right next to me. We started chatting, just like we always did on the phone, but in person. Talking about everything we always did. Only this time she told me how she; took Howie s thing in her mouth and it exploded . She gave me much more detail than I ever would have wanted, and was very thankful that it was dark in the livingroom so she could not see the stiff tent in my pj s. Or so I hoped at least. I remember vividly how she told me she was on her knees in front of Howie, just wearing her bra & shorts; and how she was touching and feeling him and how hard he was. How she stuck her tongue out and licked him as his thing was drooling . She said he tasted salty. I kept saying I really do not want to hear this. But she went on anyways. She really seemed to love talking about sex, & telling salacious lurid details. She told me how she licked her lips to make them wet and soft. I said they were probably always soft. She shushed me and kind of turned in to me and laid her hands on my thigh, leaning more onto me and was whispering in my ear. I could feel her hot breath near my ear and I felt like I was in an immovable trance. Frozen in place. Thinking back, if I hadn t been so shy and scared, I probably would have attacked her, screwing her like crazy. But, I was frozen in place, just trying to breathe and glued to her every word. So she started her bawdy story again, telling me again how she got her lips nice and wet and placed them over the tip slowly. Moving her mouth up and down and using her tongue on the underside of his thing. At that point I remember laughing & saying, Can t you call it something else?  She said; What? and I listed off a few suggestions. She chose dick . And then she started again saying she was slowly going up and down on his dick. Feeling every part of the underside on her tongue and feeling it get bigger. Carrie then said she was holding his balls in her other hand and they were getting tighter. She also said she pulled back until just the head was in her mouth and she was tonging the top; and then it exploded. At that point her hand moved and bumped my dick, which was like a flag pole. I think that surprised her, as her eyes got really big, and she looked at me, her eyes lit up and she grinned. I was looking at her looking at me, not knowing what to say or do. She resumed her tale of the blowjob, saying she pulled him out and he was spurting on her tits and bra until he finally stopped. She said he tasted salty again and got soft. She said she held him gently and licked and cleaned him off. I asked her how she knew what to do? She said; My older sister had told me, and said she d read it in a magazine . Carrie then shifted even more against me and the back of her hand was pushing against the side of my dick. I was afraid to move. She had this horny smile on her face. Carrie said that Howie got down on the floor with her and removed her bra and started feeling up and playing with her tits. I now felt those same luscious tits pushing into my side. She said he was rough with her tits and hurt her a little bit. She said it took her out of the mood, even though Howie was hoping to screw her that day, she said no , and ended his fun right there. I was there, alone with Carrie & listening. I already knew some of it, as Howie gave me the broad details. She knew that I knew, and I m pretty sure she was enjoying the torture she was doing to me. She then leaned into me a bit more, pushing more against my hard dick and she whispered in my ear that she doesn t want Howie to be her first.  This surprised innocent me. And she then leaned more in to me and planted a small kiss on my lips. I was frozen in place but somehow breathing. That first kiss turned in to a 2nd and into a 3rd. By the time of the 3rd kiss, I was starting to kiss her back and she had this big smile on her face. She put her hand on my chest above my heart and asked why it was beating so fast. I just raised my eyebrows and looked at her, speechless; and she laughed. She scooted up & was quickly sitting in my lap, my boner under her pussie, but she pushed  her crotch down a bit. We kissed a few more times and I was getting the hang of it and enjoying it immensely. She knew she was now the first girl I had ever kissed. I was overwhelmed by Carrie s sweet and soft lips, the sweet smell of her hair and body. I commented how she smelled so nice. She liked that and wiggled her butt on me.  I was worried that I was going to explode right under her. She kissed me again, this time exploring with her tongue which met my tongue and we played like that for a while, and slowly she just laid against me and whispered in my ear how she liked this so much. That this is the way it is supposed to be . I think I agreed and I was loving every minute of it. The late news came on so we decided to call it a night, shutting off the TV and going up to the bedrooms. I was looking forward to jerking off as soon as I got alone, probably a few times before I would be able to get to sleep (wondering if I even could sleep), while sexy Carrie slept in the next bedroom. But it didn t work out that way. I decided to sleep in my boxers and I crawled into bed. I was thinking about what had just happened, when Carrie softly walked in and asked if she could join me in my bed. I don t think I got a word out before she lifted the covers and slid in next to me. I shifted over to give her more room, then I laid on my side, facing her. I put my arm out and she laid on it and slid in really close. I think she had changed out of her full pajama set & just put on a big t-shirt on and I wasn t sure of what else (if anything). She snuggled in closer and laid her head on my chest and made little happy sounds. I laid there wide awake. I LOVED the feeling of her body on mine but I was wide awake and knew there was no possible way for me to sleep with her this close. But I didn t care as she felt so nice! I have a sexy girl in my bed with me! To hell with sleep! After a few minutes Carrie said it was so nice and comfy, she thought we could stay in bed all weekend. I agreed. She then adjusted her body, rolling halfway onto me, leaned up and started kissing me again. I figured that with her beside me, she wouldn t feel my boner. I was wrong. As she slid over, completely on top of me and straddled me, there was no way she didn t feel me and I was wearing loose boxers which did nothing to restrain my predicament. There was very little light in the room so I couldn t see her. She must have been thinking the same thing, so she reached over and snapped up the shade which let in some moonlight. I said she looked very beautiful as I held her head in my hands. She bent down and kissed me again. Then she got this mischievous look on her face. Carrie then slid down me a little until she was resting her head briefly on my chest. Then she slid further down and was licking my belly button (which I found to be extremely stimulating and a little ticklish). She then slid further down and rested her head at the top of my boxers with my dick barely below her chin. My legs were splayed as she was between them. She slid lower and placed her hands on my rock hard dick. I was watching her with wide eyes, afraid to move. She gave my cock a little squeeze and I think I moaned. Carrie then hooked her thumbs into the waist band and pulled down my boxers, Sitting up she pushed my legs together until the boxers were completely off; and she tossed them off the bed. I was still laying there wide-eyed, afraid to move. She then pulled my legs apart and climbed back up me a little bit. Carrie leaned over and licked the tip of my stiff flagpole . I was drooling pre-cum quite a bit. She then leaned down and took a bigger lick and looked up at me with a big smile on her face. I was still looking at her. With her eyes locked on mine, she put my dick in her mouth and slowly licked me up and down. Oh My Gawd, it was indescribable. So soft and warm and wet. She came up and asked if I liked that; to which I shook my head, yes . She played with me and said she didn t hear me? I squeaked out a yes. She asked if she should continue and I think I said; Gawd yes, please . So down she went and then up and down. Then she stopped and just very slowly and gently licked me and I groaned and moaned. She licked the tip and I groaned and then around the head, taking it into her mouth and licking gently and I groaned louder. Carrie then lifted her head up and told me to come in her mouth when I was ready. She then licked the tip again and went down on me much further. I came. It felt like gallons. My eyes closed, my back arched, and I came and came. Finally, I think I stopped. I was sweating and panting. Carrie produced a towel from somewhere and wiped off her face whatever she had not swallowed. She came up and rested her head on my chest and told me that was very nice and that I tasted pretty good. She told me she was honored to be the first to give me a blow job. She then reached down to my now limp dick and laid her hand on it. I seemed to have recovered and started to grow again. Carrie looked at me, eyebrows raised and smiled again. I said; Sorry, I couldn t help it . She said she was honored and she slid back down the length of me again. I said wait, but she didn t. This time she engulfed my cock and bobbed up and down much more quickly. I was rock hard again. She then started using her tongue on me again, licking softly then a little more aggressively and I started moaning again. She was holding my balls and squeezing them a little bit. And going from bobbing up and down to gently licking me while watching my face and eyes. She must have felt something as she took much of me in to her mouth and I came again. It only felt like a little bit, but was enough. She swallowed. No towel needed this time.  Carrie then crawled back up on me, put her head on my chest and hand over my dick. It stayed down. She pulled the sheets up over us. Had my arm around her, and I think I passed out. Somewhere in the middle of the night, I awoke and wasn t sure where I was or who was with me. I very quickly remembered and lay on my left side with my arm on Carrie s butt. She was on her stomach. I started gently rubbing her back and butt as the shirt had bunched up near her shoulders. I stroked down her leg up her thighs which were very soft onto her butt and then her back. Slowly and quietly a gradual moan came from her. So I continued, but more caressing now. I was amazed at how soft her thighs were and she spread her legs, giving me access the insides of her thighs which were even softer. My boner had returned and I ignored it, paying attention to Carrie. Gradually I was kneading her butt and thighs and touched her. She was damp. So I included that area in my touching and her moans let me know when I was doing something right. Eventually, as I explored more, Carrie started moaning and moving more and urging me on until she arched her back and let out a big moan and then slumped down and told me to stop. I waited to say anything and she snuggled in next to me and kissed me tenderly and said that was VERY nice, but could we go to sleep now? Sheepishly I said yes and we curled up against one another and fell asleep again. Sabbath Morning. I awoke with the sun streaming in having no idea what time it was. Carrie was watching me with a smile on her face. I asked what time it was and she said a little after 11 am. We slept through synagogue. I suddenly realized I was quite hungry and asked if she was and she was. I made some bagels and eggs and we both ate heartily. I decided that I wanted to shower and Carrie said; Hey, that s a good idea . I said she could go first and she said; Uh uh.   Why not?  I asked; and she said; Together , to which I think I blushed and she laughed. Into the shower we went. Again the kissing started and we both seemed to love how tender we were, at least at the start. Then we soaped up and started touching each other all over, washing and touching and looking at each other. When she washed my dick last and I was hard, she just looked up at me with raised eyebrows to which I shrugged. I washed her, bottom to top taking special care at her boobs. She knows I m not a big boob guy but she said she liked the attention I gave hers. We dried off and decided to stay in pj's all day and watch TV.  My parents called sometime in mid-afternoon; to check on me. When Carrie figured out who I was talking to, she started playing with my dick. No fair as I couldn t acknowledge her and it made talking to my parents difficult (which she found extremely amusing). My parents told me they were staying thru dinner on Sunday and would probably be home around 8pm.  When I hung up, I told Carrie and she smiled the biggest smile. I asked if she needed to call her parents and she said she would check in with them around dinner time. This was before caller ID, so calling from my phone was safe from being discovered by her parents. We spent the afternoon snuggled on the couch, watching TV. I made burgers on the grill that night and we ended up back on the couch afterwards, watching TV again. Around 7:30, Carrie said she was hot and she just took off her bottoms, giving me the treat of admiring her ass & pussie. Seeing her legs and thighs gave me another hard on, which was probably her idea. She asked if there was anything special I d like to do and I asked her if she could teach me how to eat her pussie. She said; I ve never eaten pussie myself, but I could guide you to make me feel good, maybe even set off an orgasm? Would you like to give me an orgasm . I told her that would be perfect. And she mentioned I was losing more of my shyness with her. She positioned herself so her butt was on the edge of the couch, her legs spread wide, and me on the floor between them on my knees. But I decided this was a good opportunity to examine every square inch of her body starting at her toes. I picked up her foot and started gently rubbing the bottom and between her toes and the toes themselves. At first she was puzzled; What are you doing? which quickly became; Wow, that feels so good, don t stop . I decided to see what licking the toes and bottom of the foot did for her and she squirmed a bit and said it made her feel horny. I asked how horny and she just looked at me and pointed to her pussie. Smiling I went back to work on her other foot and enjoyed that she was squirming a bit. Slowly I kissed my way up her ankles to calves to under her knee which she said tickled. Then I moved to those soft and creamy thighs. At first I tickled her and then licked and nibbled, slowly getting closer to her pussie, but ignoring it for now. She said; You re making me so hot! Please dive in. But I didn t. I spent more

Obsessive Office Treats: Part 2

OBSESSIVE OFFICE TREATS: PART 2 BRIANA IS VERY CLOSE TO HER HOT MOTHER.. Based on a post by Tx Tall Tales [https://www.literotica.com/authors/Tx%20Tall%20Tales/works], in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/Fall-2024/ObcessiveOfficeTreats2.mp3] at Connected [https://feeds.feedburner.com/connected-podcast]. [https://archive.org/download/Fall-2024/ObcessiveOfficeTreats2.jpg] The last of the trick-or-treaters left, and Briana leaned over, looking around me. Her hand was still in my outfit. "Mom! What was that?" she hissed. "Nice buns," Angela giggled. "Dad!" Briana, called out. "Mom's being bad." "God, Briana, I can't believe you told on me!" Angela whined. Brian walked up behind her, picking her up bodily, hoisting her high, like a toy. "Jesus, Angie, we've just met the boy. Give the kids some space, before you scare him off." "We're just playing around, Brian," she whined. I laughed. "She's not going to scare me off. I love the fact that the girls are close. My sister and my Mom don't get along all that well." "See?" Angela whined, wiggling in his grip. Her struggles had the bottom of her dress riding high on her hips, her legs kicking. A tiny little black thong was exposed, along with a red and black garter belt. Sweet Jesus. Her mom was hot. We seemed to have weathered the storm. We hadn't seen a kid for a few minutes. A group of teenagers came running up to the door, and I felt like something was missing when Briana pulled out the candy, my other side lonely. I reached into the pocket, and Angela was there, slapping my hand away. "I'll be good," she said. "You better," Briana teased. "That was mean, telling on me," Angela pouted, whispering to her daughter. "Remember, two can play that game, sweetie." "What? You're going to tell on me? I didn't do anything. He is my date." "Your costume?" Angela teased, warningly. "Mom! You promised," Briana gasped. "I never thought you'd tell on me," Angela said sadly. Their hands were back to being bad, although they seemed to be ignoring me other than as a candy dispenser, and a body to be teased. "I'm sorry, Mom. Dad's not mad. He knows we're just playing around. I didn't mean nothing by it." "Still, you never told on me before," Angela said. She seemed upset. I put my arm around her, and she leaned into me. Her hand moved to the back, rubbing my rear. Her husband couldn't have been 10 feet away, putting away the last remnants of the candy. "This is different, you know?" Briana said softly. "I know, sugar. I only want to help. I like him. He's not like the others. More like your dad." I was nervous. Briana's hand was on my backside, only a couple of inches from her mother's. I felt a little more movement, and the hands were together. Weird, but nice. "I know Mom. I know you want to help. Some things I need to do for myself. Okay?" "You're sure?" Angela asked nervously. "No," Briana said softly. "I'm scared. I can't let that stop me." Angela let go of me, and moved over to her daughter. She reached up and hugged her, and Briana turned and hugged her mother almost desperately. "Thanks for being here," Briana said softly. "Always baby. Whatever you need from me or your Dad. I love you." Briana gave her a big squeeze. "I know, I love you guys." Angela, let go of her daughter and stood in front of me. She reached her arms up and I leaned over, letting her wrap her arms around my neck, while I gave her a hug. "She's worth it all," Angela whispered into my ear. "I know. I'll try to be worthy." She almost broke my neck she squeezed so tightly. "You are. Be good to her. Gentle and slow, Okay?" "Gentle and slow." She gave me a quick kiss on the lips, surprising, even with all the teasing going on. She pulled away, before turning to her daughter. "Can I have a couple of the special ones, before I go?" "Not too many," Briana said softly. Angela reached into the front pocket. She pulled out a few and looked at them, sorting out two of each color. She slid her hand back inside and I got goosebumps when she reached down my front, her hand rubbing against me. I was hard, not too surprising, and she gave my shaft a squeeze. She gave me a wink, and turned to her daughter, showing her hand. "Two of each? One for me and one for your dad?" Briana, nodded. Angela turned away. "You done in here?" she called out. "I think it's time for us to head home." Briana walked in, closing her door, and turning off the outside light. I emptied my side pockets, only a handful of packets left from each side. Her parents said goodnight, her father giving me a crushing handshake. "Call, anytime. I'll understand, and help where I can." "Dad!" Briana griped. "You're difficult. I love you baby, but God knows you're not easy to be around sometimes. There's going to be times when he needs help maneuvering the mine field." "Geez, you make me sound like some kind of ticking time-bomb. You're supposed to be on my side." "I'm on your side. But us guys got to stick together. I saw you two ganging up on him." He gave me a wink. Angela gave me a hug. "Wonderful meeting you, Zach. I hope we get a chance to really get to know each other. Don't be a stranger." I hugged her back. "I had a great time tonight. Thanks for everything, and making me feel so comfortable." She gave me a quick kiss on the lips, gave her daughter a hug, and they departed. Briana rushed off to the kitchen, and returned with a big empty jar. "Special M&M. In here." Clearly, she was anxious, so I dumped them in the jar, making sure to get all of them. She put a lid on the jar, and shook it. She took the jar to the pantry, and put it on a shelf. After that I could see her body relax. I was starting to recognize her stress symptoms easier. She walked to the cabinet, pulling out a few liquor bottles. "I need a drink. Can I make you one?" "Sure, whatever you're having." Briana poured out equal parts of Amaretto, Grand Marnier and Southern Comfort into a mixer. She was careful, precisely filling her jigger, two ounces of each, twice. She put the shot glass in the sink, rinsing it out. She covered the shaker, giving it a good shake, and filled two glasses, until they were exactly even. She took a big sip of hers, sighing. I accepted mine from her and gave it a sip. Good, but strong. I watched her put everything away, each item in its place. She rinsed out the mixer and opened her dishwasher, placing the mixer, shot glass, and lid in the top, working from the back left corner forward. I was quiet, watching her, learning. She giggled, taking a sip. "Strange, huh?" "Hardly. I love watching you, seeing how you do things, trying to understand." "You're weird," she laughed. "Guilty. Scared you off yet?" She smiled. "They like you." "What's not to like? I'm pretty incredible you know," I laughed. She moved toward me, her outfit pressing against my knees, as she leaned up for a kiss. I wasn't about to deny her. "I know," she said, afterward. "I liked them too," I confessed. "Good. You have fun tonight?" "I did." She took my hand in hers, pulling me along. "You don't have to leave soon, do you?" "No. No other plans." She opened a door, and pulled me into her immaculate bedroom. Every piece of furniture carefully placed, exactly centered against each wall. The top of her dresser bare, the bed-stand with only a clock-radio centered on it. The opposite bed-stand had a single lamp. The carpet showed parallel vacuum rows. The bed was a double, with at least half-a-dozen pillows arranged artfully on it. Briana turned her back to me, and removed her 'Kiss' hat, shaking out her hair. "I've got another kiss for you," she said softly. She reached up behind her neck, finding the white cloth pull strip. "Open it?" I stood behind her, giving a tug. Pulling the cloth opened a velcro seal down the back. It opened all the way to the bottom, and she stepped out of it. She turned, and smiled shyly. My heart almost stopped. Her tits were each covered in a pyramid of foil, those teasing white pull strips sticking out at her nipples. Her panties were shiny metallic. She pulled her white pantyhose off, slowly, teasing. She leaned back on the bed, and her legs parted, showing another white strip down at her crotch. I smiled. "Best friggin' costume ever," I said. "You like? It was a lot of work." "Worth every moment of it. Absolutely amazing." She beckoned me forward with a crooked finger. "I love your outfit, too, but I think I'd like to see you without it." I undressed for her, taking a couple of minutes to finish the job, removing those inside candy sacks, until I stood before her, naked except for a pair of boxers. I climbed on the bed next to her, and took her in my arms. I kissed her, and she squirmed underneath me. "Unwrap your prize, handsome. You've earned it." I leaned over her nearest "Kiss", examining the external package. It was twisted around her tit. I pulled the aluminum foil open and saw the inside was covered with a light silvery cloth, like her panties. I twisted it open, and the top of her tit appeared, her nipple hard. I leaned in for a quick taste. "Do you like this brand?" she asked. "More than anything," I admitted, sucking her nipple. I pulled it completely opened, but the material stuck to her. "Gentle," she said softly. I saw that she had taped down the inside around her tit. I carefully peeled it away, until she was completely exposed. I took her tit in my hand, cupping it, squeezing it softly. It was bigger than I had expected, even with the numerous flashes of cleavage I'd seen. I toyed with my unexpected gift, feeling her wriggle and gasp. "The other, one," she said after a bit. "Please, open your other one." I knew better what to expect, and opened it slowly, enjoying the gradual exposure. I peeled the foil back, exposing her tit completely, the foil a teasing corona around her perfect tit. I sucked and chewed on it, taking it in both hands, forming a cone, which I nibbled the top of. She was tensing up, and I could feel the awkwardness. "What's wrong, beautiful?" "The foil. Either put it on the other one, or take it off." I understood. Uneven, I couldn't leave it uneven for too long. I peeled away the foil. I took the white cloth strip, and saw the carefully lettered "Kisses". I straightened it out and laid it across her belly. I rolled the foil into a neat ball, like she always did. I did the same with the other foil, which I'd originally just tossed to the side. With two pieces of cloth crossing her smooth stomach, I stood. "Garbage can?" I asked. She smiled. "Behind the door." I closed the door a little, and took the top off the garbage can. I ostentatiously deposited the two balls of foil inside, and closed the lid. She watched me, smiling. "You are observant, aren't you?" she said. "Especially when it comes to you. You're definitely worth watching." She leaned back in the bed, stacking the pillows behind her head, three high. She parted her legs. "I've got one last Kiss for you. Do I get to see you eat it?" I climbed between her legs, and eased the shiny panties down her thighs. I lifted her legs, pulling them together, and slid the panties off the rest of the way. I opened her legs up, brining my face down between them. She had another one of those white cloth strips coming out of her. I gave a gentle tug on it, and she moaned softly. "Open me, Zach." I gave another tug, feeling a little resistance. She was wet, soaking, so that couldn't be the problem. I licked the top of her opening, teasing her, as I gave a series of little tugs. I was making progress, slowly. Another long slow tug, and she was moaning. "All the way, Zach," she whispered. It was stuck, and with a firm pull, I saw why. I saw the top of a large silver object, and had a good idea what it was. "Your Kiss," she moaned, as I tugged on the cloth. It was larger than I imagine could be comfortable. I tugged, and exposed half of it, but couldn't get it to move. I slid my finger inside of her, feeling the outline. It had to be close to two inches across. I reached under the edge of it, pulling it outward, tugging on the cloth strip, opening her. She moaned deeply, squirming, as the entire silver kiss was slowly exposed. It was almost free, spreading her wide. She whimpered softly, and it popped free, sliding out suddenly. She gasped, moaning when I brought my mouth down and sucked on her. I licked inside of her, feeling her velvety smoothness. She smelled and tasted of chocolate. I couldn't get enough of her. I groaned. "Chocolate Delight," she said softly. "Is it?" "Is it what?" I asked. "A chocolate delight. Is it?" "God yes," I replied, going back down on her. I lifted her legs up, her thighs over my shoulders, and licked her deeply before sucking on her chocolate flavored clit as if my life depended on it. She was trembling beautifully. "Eat your special kiss, baby," she whispered, pulling my head down between her legs. I teased her, feeling inside of her, exploring her warm chamber. "Up," she whispered softly. I raised my head, and she reached down between her legs. I watched her insert a chocolate kiss inside of her. I reached inside of her cunt, pulling it slowly out, holding it at her entrance with my finger, while I licked and sucked on it, feeling it melt and dissolve. When it was half gone, I sucked it out, tasting her juices. I climbed up her body, pressing my lips against hers, my chocolate coated tongue piercing her lips. She sucked on my tongue, hard, pulling on it. "My turn?" she whispered, smiling. I nodded and she rolled me onto my back, climbing off the bed. "Take those off," she said, "and get in the middle, please." I removed my boxers, and scooted over. She climbed between my legs, and I saw she had a bottle in her hand. She held it over my cock, and poured some of the contents on me. It was smooth and slippery. "Chocolate lube," she teased, running her tongue around my cock, licking me, spreading the lube around uniformly. She sucked on the head. "Mmm, you taste amazing, Zach." I chuckled. "You too, Bree." I groaned when she wasted no time, taking me deep in her mouth, sucking strongly. She bobbed her head up and down, her hand playing with my balls, fondling them. "Jesus, that feels good," I told her. She sat up smiling. "I want it to feel wonderful. I may be a pain in the ass most of the time, but if you can put up with me, I think you're going to find I'm worth it. I'm going to be the best damned girlfriend anyone's ever had." She straddled my legs, rubbing against my cock. She held it against her cunt, grinding against it. She lifted her hips up, holding my cock upright underneath her. She rubbed the head against her lips, opening herself. "Am I your girlfriend, Zach?" "For as long as you'll have me," I told her. "Best damned girlfriend in the world? I'll be damned if I'm going to let you get away." "Ready to find out just one of the reasons I'll be the best girlfriend ever?" I nodded, and groaned as she slid down my pole, ever so slowly, taking my entire length. "God, Zach, you feel so good inside of me." "You feel incredible." "Your three special kisses, yours whenever you want. As much as you want. My gift to you for as long as you'll take care of me." "Take care of you?" I gasped, as she slid up and down my cock once, wiggling, taking it as deep as she could. "Yes, take care of me. I need a strong man, and someone who understands me. Can you be that man, Zach. For me?" I nodded. "I'd love to be that man for you." She smiled, giving me another short ride up and down. "When things get stressful, I can be a handful. Sometimes I completely shut down, useless. You'll take care of me then, won't you? Take me somewhere safe, comfortable. Hold me until everything's livable again." I pulled her down and hugged her. "I'll take care of you." She chuckled, rolling her hips, rocking back against my hardness. "Then I'll take care of you. The very best I can." She rose up, her hands on my chest, leaning over me. "Now be quiet, while I give you your gift." I moaned as she positioned her feet at my sides, lifting her hips up and then bringing them down quickly, impaling herself. She grunted at the bottom, then lifted up and drove down again. She rode me hard, working at it, pounding away on my hard staff. I reached down and held her hips while I thrust against her. Briana was breathing hard, fucking me. I watched her, enthralled. Her full tits shaking with each thrust, her beautiful face a picture of concentration, her lips open, gasping for air. Her smooth legs open wide, giving me a clear view of her sexy cunt, as my hard cock disappeared inside of her. "I'm going to come for you," I gasped. "Thank you," she whispered, leaning down on top of me, lifting her ass up. I grabbed her hips, pounding up into her. Close, very close. "Take it," she moaned sweetly. "It's yours, baby." I hammered into her, as fast and hard as I could, groaning. "Fuck!" I gasped, pulling her down for my final release. She whimpered sweetly, as I filled her sweet cunt, pushing into her deeply, releasing stream afte