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Jacobs Bed: Part 2

BEDDING ARRANGEMENTS In 2 parts, based on the works of Bobbi R [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=228885&page=submissions]. Listen to the ►Podcast [https://archive.org/download/Winter2024/JacobsBed2.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://64.media.tumblr.com/03a0455dc3cfd465a1fd79f2e34c8904/435baa8dfa1e0132-70/s640x960/2620a8780095292db588f8a300293be62eca9278.jpg] Leah looked at us both, Rachel still laying astride me. You look amazing together, she smiled. That’s the first time I’ve watched two people fucking. It’s fantastic. I loved you being here, said her sister. It was like you really love us. I do love you. Leah turned to me. Are you okay, darling Jake? Did you like that?’ I gave her a kiss. You know I did. And you know I still love you, don’t you?’ Leah pressed. Yes, I said, and I still love you, more than ever. Ah, said Rachel, you two are totally amazing. I love you both. What are you waiting for, darling? Leah said to me. Kiss her. So with my softening cock still buried in her open cunt, I gently turned my head to my sister-in-law to me and gave her a long loving kiss. Unlike in porn movies, we didn’t immediately descend into an endless succession of sexual positions and have orgasm after orgasm until the end of the day. All three of us felt pretty satiated and exhausted. We lay back on the bed, me between the two sisters with my arm round each and their heads resting on my shoulders. Leah pulled the duvet half over us and within ten minutes we were all asleep. I was the first to wake up. Rachel lay curled up with her back to me. Leah was lying half turned towards me. They were both dead to the world. I lay for a few minutes thinking about what had happened. Even then, I could hardly believe it. It seemed like a wonderful dream, a mad fantasy. Yet I could still remember the feeling of my cock in Rachel’s cunt, the eagerness of Leah’s lips on mine, her excited encouragement as I fucked her much younger sister. It had really happened, I kept telling myself. It was only then that I started to have misgivings. Yes, it had happened; I had fucked my wife’s sister. What now? Would everything change from now on? Would Leah still love me? Would she become jealous? Would it happen again? Rachel was almost 15 years younger than Leah; would I prefer fucking her to fucking my wife? I couldn’t see how things would ever be the same again. I couldn’t envisage a cozy menage a trois; that sort of thing only happened in porn fantasies. Yet there they were: two beautiful naked women lying next to me. I loved them both. I wanted them both. I wanted what had happened; to happen again. I wanted to fuck my wife and I wanted to fuck her sister. I wanted to fuck them both. Almost perspiring in my state of confusion I lay rigid. I didn’t dare wake them up in case all they had to say were regrets. I didn’t want my dream shattered. In the end I crept from the bed, grabbed my bath robe and went into the kitchen. I didn’t really have anything in mind, but something told me that what was needed was a quick dose of normality. What I didn’t want was Leah waking up and thinking, Oh my god, this has all been a terrible mistake, what have I done? I certainly didn’t want the kind of conversation that starts with, Darling, we have to talk. I didn’t want to give her the chance to think and the only way I could think of to do that was with a dose of domesticity. Half an hour later I entered the bedroom carrying a tray of supper. The sisters were still dozing, but sat up as soon as I put the tray on the bed. What’s this? smiled Leah. Supper, I said needlessly. I thought you deserved it. Rachel giggled. I suppose we need to keep our strength up. Definitely, agreed Leah. They looked sexily at me, completely without any expressions of guilt or regret, and I allowed myself a small feeling that things might be alright after all. Shamelessly they sat with their tits invitingly naked and we dug into our supper. That night I went to bed early. I didn’t want to have the conversation with Leah I knew we would have to have sooner or later. I was too confused and I didn’t have the energy. It was a work day the following day, so when Leah came to bed she didn’t expect any lovemaking. I pretended to be dozing, so all she did was say, Goodnight, lover, kiss me and turn over. I lay awake for a long time worrying about everything. The next week passed fairly uneventfully. Whether Leah and Rachel talked over what had happened I didn’t know, but I suspected they did; didn’t they talk about everything? But when I was around, there seemed to be an unspoken agreement that the subject wouldn’t be brought up. Rachel slept in her own room. Leah and I fucked a couple of times, as enjoyably and lovingly as ever but almost wordlessly. Somehow I got the feeling that she was waiting for me to start the conversation. Perhaps this fantasy 3-way was just a passing impulse? She didn’t give the impression she regretted anything. If possible, she seemed even more loving than before. She lost no opportunity to touch and kiss me. It felt as if she were trying to reassure me that things were still good between us. Leah s respect for me had grown, so had her devotion. Rachel, too, seemed to go out of her way to be affectionate, touching and kissing me quite openly, whether when Leah was around or when we were alone. On the following Friday evening we were lounging in the living room wondering what to do. Don’t you want to go out? I asked Rachel. It’s Friday. I’d rather stay in and drink wine with you guys, she said. If that’s okay with you. Of course, smiled Leah. She got up. I’ll open a bottle. Later the three of us were cozily snuggled together on the sofa, the second bottle half empty on the coffee table in front of us. The unwritten rule was clear. I always sat between them. This is the kind of Friday I like, murmured Rachel, resting her head on my shoulder. Me too, said Leah, giving me a kiss. What about you, darling? How do you like having two beautiful women all to yourself? Oh, I like it, I said carefully. After what you did for us last weekend, she continued. This is it, I thought. This is the conversation I’d been dreading. We thought we should do something for you. My mind went into overdrive. No recriminations? No regrets? No change of heart? Don’t look so worried, Rachel put in. We’re not going to rape you. Leah laughed. Not unless you want us to. She put her hand on my thigh and gave me another kiss. I could taste wine. I felt her hand move to my cock. Instantly it started to grow. That’s what I like, she smiled. A cock that responds to me. That’s what I like too, said Rachel, her eyes fixed on her sister’s hand. Touch it, invited Leah. You won’t mind, will you, Jake darling?’ Not at all, I said, not daring to disagree with anything being suggested. I love to feel it growing hard under his jeans, Leah said to her sister. Rachel put a tentative hand on my thigh. Leah took it and placed it where her own had been. Can you feel it? she asked. Oh yes, murmured Rachel. It feels really hard already. That’s because he’s turned on. Aren’t you, darling?’ Hmm, I agreed. She started to move her sister’s hand up and down my erection. Stroke it, she urged. He loves to have his cock stroked through his jeans. Rachel started to stroke my cock. Leah let go of her hand and rested it on my abdomen. Don’t tense up, darling, she smiled. Just relax and enjoy it. If you insist, I said. It’s difficult relaxing when a beautiful woman is stroking your cock, but I tried. Rachel pressed a little harder and after a while tried to wrap her fingers around my shaft. I can’t grip it properly, she complained. In that case, grinned Leah, you’d better take it out. It could probably do with an airing. She gave me a long kiss while Rachel fiddled with my belt buckle and zip. I felt the release as my cock was freed from the restraint of my jeans, then Rachel’s hand finding its way into the gap of my boxers. I let out an involuntary gasp as her fingertips touched the flesh of my cock, then her fingers were firmly wrapped around it and she was pulling it out into the open air. Leah ended our kiss and looked down at my lap, where my cock was standing in her sister’s firm grip. Is that better, darling? she asked me. Oh yes, I murmured. Rachel looked at her sister. Show me what you do, she said. I want to learn to masturbate him as well as you do. Okay, said my wife. She took my cock in her hand and, barely touching, stroked it slowly up and down. First you start really gently. And vary where you touch it, she added. Like this. For a while she concentrated on the shaft, gently stretching my skin as her hand went to the base of my cock, then releasing it as her hand travelled up again. She gently rubbed her fingertips over my crown and under the prepuce. He particularly loves the crown being played with, don’t you, Jacob?’ Oh yes, I murmured. Now you do it, urged Leah. Rachel took my cock in her hand and Leah and I watched as she slowly played with it. She seemed fascinated by what she was doing, experimenting with stretching my foreskin, then playing her fingertips over my crown and gently opening and closing the slit. It feels lovely, she murmured, all hard and silky at the same time. Leah gave me a long kiss as I felt the delicious sensations of Rachel’s hand moving over my cock. Deep moans came from my throat. Leah smiled at me. Is she doing it right, Jacob?’ Oh yes, I murmured. You can grip it a bit harder now, Leah told her sister. Like this? Rachel’s hand gripped my cock more firmly and stroked me steadily from top to bottom and back again. I could feel the pleasure start to build. Do you want Rachel to make you come, Jacob, asked Leah, or do you want to rest for a while?’ What Rachel was doing felt great, but I knew it usually took quite a time for me to come just from a hand-job. I suspected they both had other things in mind. I’m in your hands, I smiled at them. Do whatever you want. Okay, said Leah. Let go for a bit, she told Rachel. Let it rest. I felt Rachel’s hand leave my cock as Leah planted another long kiss on my lips. Then she turned my face towards Rachel and I felt Rachel’s warm soft lips on my mouth. She moaned throatily as her tongue sought mine. For a while I was passed between them like a shared meal. How do you like Rachel? asked Leah. Is she a good kisser?’ It must be because you’re sisters, I grinned. I find it difficult to differentiate between you. Leah looked down at my cock, still standing hard and proud. Ah, look at it, all lonely down there. I think Big Jake wants to be kissed too. She bent her head and I felt her tongue on my crown. Then her lips closed round it. Oh fuck, I breathed. Rachel watched, her lips apart. Show me, Leah, she murmured. I want to learn how to suck his cock, too. Okay. My wife held my cock out for her sister to take. Sit here on the coffee table and take him into both of your hands, gently. First, lick it all over. Slowly. Rachel followed the instructions to the letter. I felt the exquisite sensations of her tongue sliding over the crown. Don’t take it in your mouth straightaway. Tease him. It drives him wild. Doesn’t it, Jacob? She smiled wickedly up at me. You should know, I said. For a time, Rachel licked my cock, lingering over the crown and occasionally putting the tip of her tongue in the slit. Lick under the crown, advised Leah. He loves that. I felt Rachel’s tongue under the rim of the crown, a really sensitive spot. It was exquisite. I heard myself moan in encouragement. Is she doing it right, Jacob? Leah asked me. Does it feel good?’ Oh yes, I murmured. Stand up, Jacob, she said. It’ll be easier for Rachel. I stood up and faced Rachel sitting on the low table in front of me, my cock at exactly the same level as her mouth. Leah eased my jeans and boxers down my legs and off my fee; then pulled my t-shirt over my head. Very nice, she said admiringly. Hot, agreed Rachel. The two women were still fully clothed, but it felt oddly arousing to be naked in front of them. Rachel leant forward and resumed her licking of my cock. You can put it in your mouth now, Leah told her, standing beside me caressing my stomach. I looked down and watched Rachel slide her mouth over my cock. Leah reached round and held the base. With her other hand she turned my face to hers and locked my mouth in a long passionate kiss. I felt Rachel’s mouth moving slowly up and down my shaft. I moaned deep in my throat. Leah’s tongue thrashed together with mine. When she released me, she murmured. I love holding your cock as you’re being sucked off, Jacob. It feels very hard. I love you holding it too, I smiled. She smiled back. You and Rachel look really hot together, with your cock in her mouth. I could barely think with the sensations running through my body, so I just said, I love you, darling. She kissed me. I love you too. I love watching you being sucked off by my lovely little sister. Rachel was leaning forward, eagerly taking almost the full length of my cock in her mouth, savoring it, then pulling back and swirling her tongue and lips around the crown. One hand slipped round to my ass and held me while the other gently cupped and caressed my balls. Then Rachel s fingers rubbed under my sack while her thumb swirled around my sphincter. It drove me nuts.  Leah continued to hold my cock at the base. I felt hands and lips everywhere. I was dying with the exquisite sensations. How do you like being sucked off by your sister-in-law while your wife watches? Leah asked, her eyes bright. I love it, I moaned. Are you close to coming?’ Soon, I murmured. Let it happen, she urged. I want to see you come inside her mouth. I had been wanting to do just that, but had been worried that Rachel might not have been prepared for it. But as soon as Leah spoke, Rachel thrust me deeper into her throat, as if wanting me to go ahead. I started to move my hips back and forth. My cock slid in and out of Rachel’s mouth. I could feel the back of her throat at the deepest point, then the play of her tongue as she let it slide almost out into the open. At the same time, Leah moved her hand in sync with my movements, inasmuch as she could with most of my cock in Rachel’s mouth. The two movements of hand and mouth were doing wonderful things to my cock. If they continued I knew I would soon be coming. That feels so good, I moaned. Rachel took me even deeper into her mouth and Leah locked my lips in another long kiss. Enjoying yourself, Jacob? She breathed when she released my mouth. You know I am. I love to see you having pleasure, she murmured. I love you more than anything. I love you too, I said, half-insensible with exquisite sensations. She gave me a quick kiss, then moved to sit on the low table beside Rachel. I want to watch you come, she said, her eyes gleaming. She put an arm round her sister’s shoulders and the other around my middle. I felt her hand on my ass cheek, gently pushing me forward, encouraging me to put my cock further into Rachel’s mouth. The sight of her excited face next to her sister eagerly sucking my cock was enough to tip me over the edge. I felt my orgasm building. I’m coming, I warned them. Go on, urged my wife. Come in Rach’s mouth. Let it happen. I felt the first load climb into my cock and empty itself into Rachel’s eager mouth. I half expected her to pull back, but instead she took a quick deep nostril breath and thrust my cock even deeper. Leah moved her hand from her sister’s shoulder to under her jaw. I could feel it caressing the end of my cock through the skin of Rachel’s face. I blasted again. Keep coming, Jacob, urged Leah. Swallow his come, Rachel, she told her sister. He loves it when I swallow. Rachel kept my cock in her mouth when I jerked a third time. I could feel her tongue exploring my slit and around the crown. I thought I might explode from sensations that were almost too exquisite to bear. I came again and again into her warm mouth. With the encouragement of Leah’s hand, Rachel swallowed it all, keeping my cock deep in her mouth the whole time. Even as my cock began to soften, she still held it between her lips, though allowed more of it to come out. Gently she caressed it with her tongue, swallowing hard, to extract the last bits of jizz. Oh fuck, that’s so good, I murmured. Leah stood up and put her arms around me. Happy, darling?’ I’ll tell you, I said with a smile, when I’ve worked out where I am. Do you like coming in Rach’s mouth?’ Oh yes,’ I emphasized No regrets?’ Leah pressed. No. I was too satisfied and too exhausted to think of anything much. I don’t have any regrets either. Leah assured me. That’s a relief, I said, kissing her. I wouldn’t have done it if you hadn’t been here. It was such a turn-on having you beside me. You liked it too, didn’t you?’ I pleaded. She kissed me long and hard. Of course I did. You know I love watching you come. I just love giving you pleasure and I knew you’d enjoy Rachel sucking you off. She smiled down at Rachel, who was slowly releasing my softening cock from her mouth, then nudged me gently. You should kiss her, Jacob, and say thank you. I sank down on the sofa and took Rachel’s beautiful face in my hands. Thank you. That was amazing. Did I do it right? she asked. Did it feel good?’ For answer I kissed her sweet lips. I caught the faint taste of my salty jizz. Of course you did it right. You could raise a man from the dead. Did you like it when I swallowed your come?’ Rachel was beaming. Of course. How did you like the taste?’ She made a face. I don’t know. It all happened so quickly, I didn’t have time to think about it. She smiled. I loved the feeling of your cock when you were coming though. It jerked all over the place, like you were having spasms or something. I like that too, said Leah, sitting beside me. He felt entranced & helpless, didn’t he? It’s a real turn-on knowing you’re doing that to him. They both laughed and nudged me playfully. Torturers, I said. I’m nothing but your plaything. Rachel gave me a long kiss. Play, she laughed. Just what I like. Leah turned my face to her and gave me a longer kiss, pushing me way back on the sofa. I was naked and half sitting, half lying between my two beautiful women. I was exhausted but happy. My cock lay limply against my thigh. Leah regarded it with amusement. It looks like the batteries are flat. When we had finished the second bottle of wine I felt a bit more lively. I offered to do to the girls what Rachel had done for me. You can’t go to bed without orgasms. Leah shook her head. Save your strength. You’re going to be busy this weekend. She winked at Rachel and they both burst into laughter. But you can watch us masturbate if you like. That sounded a treat. Okay, if you’re sure. I said in a puzzled tone. She pointed to the chair opposite the sofa. Sit over there, then y

 Jacobs Bed: Part 1

JAKES SISTER-IN-LAW MOVES IN. In 2 parts, based on the work of Bobbi R [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=228885&page=submissions]. Listen to the ►Podcast [https://archive.org/download/Winter2024/JacobsBed1.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://64.media.tumblr.com/8d92f7521f6344d4c73cc59e2acb4d7a/c88ac612c833f1a0-bd/s640x960/cdd2856451a0a3d8c5203087d5718534e919c0c8.jpg] My wife is a wonderful woman. We married when I was thirty-six and she was thirty-five. We’d both been through first marriages that had gone sour and I knew almost from the moment I met her that this one was going to be for the rest my life. My first marriage had been a disaster: I wanted kids but she didn’t; I was a romantic, she was more hard-headed; yet she was the one who went into fits of jealousy every time I so much as talked to another woman. The sex wasn’t that great either. It couldn’t last and we divorced after only five years. Leah, on the other hand, was everything any man could want. But I won’t go into details. There’s nothing more boring than listening to a man listing his wife’s virtues. Let’s just say we laughed a lot. Oh, and the sex was amazing. Even after we’d been married a couple of years, we were still at it like rabbits, fucking at every opportunity. Even at the cinema, we’d be unable to keep our hands to ourselves. Halfway through the previews, I’d feel Leah’s hand drifting to my crotch and I’d slip my hand beneath her coat and try to get under her skirt without being seen. If our row was empty we’d sometimes manage to bring each other off. Even then, we’d rush home and dive into our bed to fuck for a couple of hours. She could keep me hard even after I’d come and she seemed to be permanently on heat. For those first couple of years we were pretty inventive too. Leah wanted to try out all the positions in the book; and a few that weren’t. Sometimes we’d end up giggling like a couple of schoolkids, but then lust would take over and soon we’d be fucking like crazy again. Eventually, though, that phase passed and we settled into just doing what we liked instead of trying to rewrite the Kama Sutra every day. Leah particularly liked me to take her from behind, which always guaranteed an orgasm for her. That position was pretty good for me too, especially when she wanted me to fuck her in the ass, which she did on occasion. I never pushed her, but she knew I liked it. We never settled into a routine, but we certainly slowed down a bit. We both wanted to have kids, but we agreed we’d enjoy two or three years on our own first. It didn’t quite work out that way, though, because after only a couple of years, her sister Rachel moved in. Rachel was 22 and had just finished college. She was a lot younger than Leah, almost a mistake by their parents, who hadn’t really planned on extending their family in their 40s. But when she arrived they were delighted, with the result she was spoilt rotten. It was amazing she turned out as level-headed as she did. Perhaps it was because she had such a good role model in her older sister, who she regarded almost as a third parent. Especially for the past 10 years, Leah was someone Rachel shared all her secrets with. Especially for the dating and romance advice. Rachel asked Leah all kinds of questions, and soon the two knew everything about each other. Rachel s college years ended with a crushing breakup. She d given herself completely to a 3rd guy, who ended up dumping her right after commencement, then flew off to take an internship in Dubai. Leah and I helped her move into our spare room and pretty soon we got used to having her around. She got a job at a local coffee shop and contributed what she could to the housekeeping. Leah and I had good jobs, so we didn’t push her. She had her own circle of friends; no permanent boyfriend though; and divided her time between them and us, even though we were both nearly forty by then. She didn’t seem to mind going out with us; she liked the same sort of films we did and enjoyed going out for meals, so long as we paid. What I’m trying to say is that we liked having her around. It was fun having a young person in the house. For one thing, it didn’t make us feel so old. I know what you’re thinking, though. Didn’t it cramp our sex life? The short answer is no. We carried on pretty much as before. Okay, we were a bit more careful when and where we fucked. We made sure we knew Rachel was going to be out for at least an hour before we fucked on the kitchen table, but we certainly didn’t wait for her to be out of the house every time we wanted sex. If she was in her room and we fancied getting it on in front of the TV, we just closed the door. Rachel knew what we were doing, but she was polite enough not to burst in on us. We didn’t kid ourselves she didn’t know when we were fucking. Leah made enough noise; Rachel would have had to be deaf not to hear her. It wasn’t like it was discussed either; well, not at first. We didn’t ask her permission, like, Rachel, we’re just going for a fuck. Is that okay with you? She was mature enough to know that two people in love have sex. She was no virgin, which we knew because she’d told Leah. Between the two girls her sex life wasn’t a secret. Sometimes I’d come into a room and they’d be giggling over something together. Often the object of their mirth would be some poor guy Rachel had been to bed with. I swear he thought foreplay was something to do with golf, Rachel said once. Leah said, Poor you, and they both laughed. You two must have amazing sex, said Rachel, glancing at me. Why do you say that? asked Leah. Come on, laughed her sister. I can hear you all over the house. Sorry, I said. We’ll try and turn down the volume. Rachel wouldn’t have that. Don’t on my account. It’s great knowing you’re still fucking. I feel quite jealous. That night when we were in our huge high-framed canopy bed, Leah wanted to fuck face-to-face. I want to watch your face when you’re inside me, she said. Okay, I said. I love watching Leah s ass twerk as she rides my cock. Our solid wood-frame canopy has inlaid mirrors, which sort of let us watch a porno of each other, while we fuck each other. After she played with my cock for a while, and her cunt was slipping down onto my turgid shaft, we lay face to face and she looked me in the eye. Well? I smiled. What do you see?’ A guy who’s got his cock just where he wants it to be, she laughed. Right, I agreed. Does it feel good? she asked. You bet. I grinned. What do you see? Leah asked as she saw my gaze diverted to the mirrored canopy. An awesome sexy ass twerking on my cock! So what are you thinking about? she smiled. Isn’t it obvious?’ I said. Tell me anyway. She insisted You, of course, I said, and the feeling of your cunt round my cock. Liar. You’re thinking of Rachel. It was such a preposterous idea, I actually laughed. That is so untrue, it doesn’t even deserve an answer. She smiled a superior kind of smile. I can see it in your eyes. What, you can see little pictures of her in my eyeballs?’ Almost. She laughed. Don’t be scared of admitting it. I’d be surprised if you weren’t thinking of her. She’s beautiful. She gave my cock a squeeze with her vaginal muscles and a jolt of pleasure ran through me.   I can’t think of anything when you do that. I chuckled. Don’t change the subject, she said. I just want you to tell me the truth. Go on, admit you find her attractive. Okay, she’s attractive, I agreed. But that doesn’t mean I’m thinking of her when I’m fucking you. No, but you are, she insisted. You’re thinking of her firm young tits and imagining what her cunt feels like. Even though she was smiling, I still thought it better to keep denying it. Jealousy had been one of the reasons my first marriage had broken up and I wasn’t about to let the same thing happen with us. I am not, I said, as simply and straightforwardly as I could. The trouble is, she was almost right. True, I hadn’t been thinking of Rachel when we’d first started fucking, but after Leah had brought her into the conversation, I couldn’t get the sight of her out of my head. She’s got a fantastic figure, hasn’t she? She was teasing, I knew, and finding my discomfort highly amusing. I said nothing. But the thought ran through my head that she must have guessed something about what I was thinking from the fact my cock was still as hard as a rock. You sure seem to want me to start fantasizing about Rachel, don t you? Don’t look so worried, darling, she said, taking my face in her hands and giving me a long passionate kiss. I’m not saying you’d rather be fucking her instead of me. I know you love me and love fucking me. But I’ve seen how you look at her and I know you fancy her. I started to protest but she stopped me with another kiss. No, don’t deny it. You know I hate people lying. I mean it when I say I don’t mind. I really don’t. I know you find me beautiful too. I do, I said quickly. You know I do. For good measure I accompanied my words with a couple of slow thrusts of my cock. Oh, that feels lovely, darling, she said, closing her eyes for a moment. But don’t make me come yet. I want us to fuck for a long time. Okay by me, I said. So it really is alright that you fancy Rachel. she repeated. I’m not jealous of her. She’s my sister and I love her. I feel; I don’t know; somehow proud of the fact I’ve got a sister who is beautiful and who my husband fancies. Does that make sense?’ If you say so, I said. So just admit you’re thinking of her, she smiled. I looked hard at her and she looked back at me, half serious, half amused. I could only see honesty reflected back at me. And then we can fuck? I asked. Then we can fuck, she said. And you really don’t mind if I fancy her?’ I really don’t mind. In fact, you’d quite like it if I did?’ I implored some more Yes, she said. I’d like it. Okay, I said. I fancy her. And you’re thinking of her, she insisted. Well, it’s a bit difficult not to be thinking of her, I laughed, after you insisted that we talked so much about her. But I don’t wish I was fucking her instead of you. I know, she said. Now you can fuck me. And you can think of her as much as you like, so long as you keep that cock good and hard and give me a good orgasm. So I fucked her for a long time. And after a while I turned her over and she went on her hands and knees and I fucked her from behind and I thought of my cock buried in her cunt and I thought of my cock buried in her sister’s cunt and somehow it made my thrusts more urgent or powerful or something and then Leah was moaning and crying out and coming and then I was coming into her warm delicious cunt and it was a really lovely loving fuck and we ended up hugging and saying how much we loved each other and kissing a lot until we fell asleep. The next morning I went down to the kitchen and found Rachel eating a piece of toast. She grinned at me. Hello, stud. Then she flung her arms round me and gave me a big kiss on the cheek. What was that for? I asked, a bit stunned. I love you, brother-in-law, she said. Er, yeah?’ For making my sister so happy, she added by way of explanation. I’ve never seen her like this. She looks like the cat that got the cream; every minute of every day. You’re obviously a really special guy. I have close to 10 years of multiple failed relationships, and my sister won the love lottery. Thanks, I muttered, not really knowing how to reply. I try. I love being around you two. You make the world seem a better place. That’s a lot to live up to, I said. Could it be just that we love each other?’ It’s not just that. It’s that you’re so; into each other. The way you look at each other, it’s like you’re always wanting to fuck each other’s brains out. That obvious, huh? I said. I could feel myself blushing a bit. Don’t be embarrassed. I like it. It’s hot. Listening to Leah come last night I brought myself off twice. Oh dear, I said, blushing a bit deeper. I hope you didn’t hear what we were talking about. I didn’t have a glass pressed to the wall, she laughed, if that’s what you’re worried about. She looked at her watch and headed for the door. But don’t worry, she added with a mischievous grin, Leah tells me everything. Then she was gone. So did you tell her? I asked Leah a couple of nights later. Did I tell who what? she asked, looking up from where she was licking my cock. Did you tell Rachel what we were talking about the other night? You know, about her and you and me?’ Of course, she said, I tell her everything. Oh great, I said. So now she thinks I fancy her. Not more than you fancy me, I hope, she said, pretending to be cross. Of course not, I said quickly. But that’s bad enough. Don’t be silly, she said, giving my cock a long kiss. She was flattered. She said it was exciting to be fancied. I’m not sure I’ll be able to look at her again. Why not? It does wonders for her self-confidence knowing an older man thinks she’s hot. I never said she’s hot. Look, Jacob, she may act all mature and worldly-wise, but like all young girls, she worries about her looks, her personality, how she appears to other people, men especially. She’s still finding herself. And I think; and she agrees; that being around us; you especially; is giving her confidence, helping her to grow up and be herself. Like parents? I suggested, though I didn’t like the sound of that. No, not authority figures, she said. More like close friends. The closest friends you can imagine. People you trust absolutely. People you’d die for. People who are always there for you. That’s how she sees us. And that’s how I see her. And how I hope you do too. I try, I said. But you’ve been there her whole life. I’m pretty late on the scene. Don’t do yourself down, she said, playfully hitting me. She already worships you. How do you know? Because she’s told me. That night it was my turn to make some noise, as I cried out when I came in her mouth. I offered to eat her, but she said she wanted to make herself come for a change, so I just held her and kissed her while she masturbated. She looked lovely when she came. I tried not to think of how Rachel might look when she masturbated. Over the next few days and weeks I gradually got used to the idea of Rachel knowing that I fancied her. I got used to the knowing grins and winks from her; and from Leah; and the unexpected hugs and kisses. And if I expected any complaints from Leah that her sister was getting a bit too friendly, they never came. On the contrary she seemed to love how well we were all getting on. Often we’d all three end up in a kind of group hug, laughing like drains and swearing how much we loved each other. By this time Rachel had a sort-of boyfriend, though they didn’t seem to behave much like a couple. They always went out in a crowd and he never came round to the house. Then one day I came home from work to find Leah and Rachel sitting on the sofa, Rachel in tears and in her sister’s arms. The boyfriend broke up with her, said Leah. Idiot, I said. Obviously he has no taste in women. Thank you, sniffed Rachel. Make us a pot of tea, please, Jacob, said Leah. So we sat and drank tea and gradually Rachel stopped crying. Then I suggested we all go down the local pub and have a couple of beers. And we can criticize all the useless men we’ve known, said Leah. And I’ll praise the two wonderful women, I said. Which was a bit cheesy, but it made them laugh, so that was alright. We got a bit drunk and Rachel had one or two wobbly moments, but mostly we just laughed a lot. At home Rachel hugged and kissed us both and announced she was going to bed. Try not to make too much noise, you two, she added with a sad smile. You’ll only make me jealous. For the next two or three weeks Rachel was a bit subdued around the house. She didn’t go out much and when we asked her why, she said, That lot bore me. They’re so immature. I’d rather be with you two. Though that was fine by me; what man wouldn’t like having two sexy women to come home to? it seemed to worry Leah a little. I think Rachel is missing something, she said one night when I was kissing her cunt. I looked up. Like what?’ Well, this for a start, she said. Well, I began, but couldn’t think of anything to say. You know she masturbates practically every night to make her go to sleep. Does she? The image of Rachel playing furiously with her cunt immediately put another inch on my cock. It’s not healthy. She needs a good fucking. Well, she’s beautiful and sexy, I said. Men must be queuing up. They probably are, she agreed. The problem is, since that idiot ditched her, she’s not interested. Can’t you persuade her not all men are like him?’ I’ve tried, she said with a smile. The trouble is the only example I can think of is you. That is a problem, I agreed, given I’m in love with you. I bent to her cunt and gently put my lips to her clit. Oh yes, she sighed. After a while she started moaning in the way she always did to tell me I was in the right spot. Her lips were swollen and slippery. She tasted delicious. Then she said, Maybe you should fuck her. At first I didn’t think I could have heard her right. After all, I had my head between her thighs. What?’ You know exactly what to do to make a woman feel good about herself, she said. Her face had the dreamy expression it wore when she knew she was going to come; maybe in a few minutes, maybe in half an hour, but definitely. Maybe you should fuck her. Leah smiled. No, I said firmly. Don’t even joke about it. Don’t talk, she said. Go back to what you were doing. Dutifully I returned to her cunt. After a minute she was softly moaning again. I tried to put her suggestion out of my mind. She was joking. She was just aroused from my sucking her clit. She was letting her cunt do the talking. She didn’t really mean it. Somehow the thought of me fucking her sister turned her on. Imagine how she’d feel if you were doing this to her, she murmured. She’d love you forever. Maybe she would, I thought, and maybe she wouldn’t. What’s certain is that I was married to Leah and I loved her and I wasn’t about to jeopardize that by fucking her sister. Even if it was at her suggestion. Of course, once the idea was in my head I couldn’t get it out. Even as I was sucking Leah to a thundering orgasm, I imagined it was Rachel’s young cunt I was sucking, even though I’d never seen it. The picture made me more energetic than usual. It must have had an effect on Leah, because she made enough noise to wake the dead. Afterwards, when we were falling asleep in each other’s arms, she murmured. That was amazing, Jacob. I wish Rachel could experienc

Hot Chocolate With Cream

HOT FEMALE BOSS GIVES MAN THE “OKAY’ TO FULFILL HIS DESIRES. by Alexis Peignoir [https://www.literotica.com/authors/AlexisPeignoir/works]. Listen to the ► Podcast [https://archive.org/download/winter-short-stories/HotChocolateWithCream.mp3] at Steamy Stories [http://feeds.feedburner.com/Steamy-Stories]. [https://64.media.tumblr.com/65eabafac451776f8a6d56901cd58df7/5ae78efbf9ce5a4e-64/s640x960/12e602a3add4a76f97534869cf121e4675ab3884.jpg]   It was pouring with rain that evening when Evan walked into Gray’s Pub and settled on a stool at the far end of the bar. His navy blue suit was tailored to fit his trim physique, and his jet black hair was smoothed back showing a cut jaw, deep charcoal eyes and olive skin.   He’d loosened his tie and unbuttoned the first button on his white shirt, so he could breathe. The bartender, a short stubby man with a balding head, walked over and eyed the man carefully. "The same?” he asked. “Yea,” Evan nodded.   Seconds later, the bartender reappeared with a bottle of Heineken and poured the contents into a glass, then put the bottle down next to it and walked away. Evan picked up the glass and took a long swig, and let the cold brew slide down his throat. It had been a long day; too long as far as he was concerned. What mattered worse was that She was there, with her long blonde hair that fell down her back to her ass, an oval shaped face, full lips, and emerald green eyes that seem to pierce through his heart when she spoke to him causing him to mumble and sputter.    Damn the woman was fine, as he took another gulp of beer, but she was the boss and there was an invisible “do not touch” aura about her. He needed the job so he didn’t touch, but it was killing him. There were only so many times one could jerk off in the shower to dull the need that burned inside of him. He drank more of the beer and tried to focus on the basketball game on the big screen above the bar. Seeing Evan finish his beer, the bartender came over again to where Evan sat. “Ready for another one?” he asked. “Not yet,” Evan began. “Rocky what is it about some women that drives a man crazy?” The bartender chuckled, “I don’t know what it is, but its how I ended up married. You better watch it or the next thing you know, you’ll be walking down the aisle. She was a real looker and I was blindsided. Now I’m working in this place to get away from her. If you ask me, it’s all a trap.” “I guess,” Evan sighed. “So who is she?” “My boss,” Evan moaned. “Damn son, you know how to pick them,” Rocky exclaimed. “Yea, like I had a choice. I don’t know what it is about her, but I get hard even when she walks by.” “Well, either you tell her how you feel or get another job.” “If I tell her how I feel, I’ll have to get another job,” Evan said. “I’ll take that beer now.” Rocky put another Heineken on the counter and Evan paid for the first and second one. “You want to start a tab?” Rocky asked. “No,” Evan replied. “Ok, but it could be a long night,” Rocky said. “It doesn’t look like the rain isn’t letting up any.” “I want to be sober when I leave,” Evan replied. After drinking the second beer, Rocky was right. The rain still hadn’t stopped, but Evan didn’t care. He pulled the collar up on his jacket and left the pub making a mad dash to his car where he started the engine, flipped on the wipers and left the pub heading down Ivy Street towards home. He passed through street light after street light until he came to a stop sign where along the curb was a car with its emergency lights flashing. On further inspection, he recognized the license plates. It was his boss’s car, a silver Lexus which was almost as unattainable to him as his boss. He blew the horn and she rolled down the window. “My car won’t start,” his boss said. I don’t have that problem when I look at you he said under his breath. “Did you call the tow truck?” he asked. “Yes, but they won’t get here for a couple of hours,” she replied. “My place is just up the road. Why don’t you get in and we can wait there.” Half expecting her to say she’d rather wait, she unexpectedly jumped out of her car and ran to his and climbed into the seat next to him. She looked frazzled and concerned, but she smelled great and he knew a cold shower would be forthcoming after she left. “I’m so glad you stopped,” she said wiping her brow. “No problem, Miss Jensen. I was on my way home anyway.” “You’re always so polite Evan, Call me Jenna,” she replied. “Ok Jenna. Then we’re off to my place.” He couldn’t believe she said that. Fifteen minutes later, Evan was escorting Jenna upstairs to his loft apartment. He flipped on the lights that illuminated the room and took her wet coat and hung it on the coat rack near the door. “Oh you have a balcony,” Jenna said. “You can watch the sky from sitting anywhere in the room.” He said nothing, but thought of the nights he stared at the sky, while thinking of her. “Can I get you some coffee, or a glass of wine or a beer?” he asked. “Wine would be fine,” she said as she sat on the sofa. Evan quickly went to the refrigerator, pulled out the wine bottle that he had saved from the Christmas party the year before, and poured it into two glasses. When he returned to the living room, Jenna was sitting there with her shoes off, curled up on the sofa. She was still dressed in work clothes, a pencil style cream colored dress with a thin black belt. She always looked professional and distant during the day, but sitting on his sofa she gave off a vibe of vulnerability that he couldn’t ignore, and when she looked up at him with her soulful green eyes, he was mesmerized. He gave her the glass of wine, and then sat next to her on the sofa. “So what were you doing out so late?” he asked. “Working as usual,” she replied. “It seems that’s all I do.” “I would have thought you would have some rich guy waiting at home for you,” he prodded. “I wish,” she replied then turned to him. “Do you have someone?” “Nope! I guess I haven’t found the right one,” he lied. There was an uncomfortable silence between them as they drank their wine before Jenna spoke again slowly. “I’ve seen you looking at me,” she said. “Do you think that I might be the right one?” Evan’s heart sank. Busted! “You are a very beautiful woman. How could I not see that?” “And you are a very handsome man. Any woman could see that,” she replied. The mutual admiration society is now in session. He thought to himself. “But I try not to mix business with pleasure. You are the boss and if things didn’t work out, then I would probably lose my job, and I need my job.” Jenna pensively ran her finger around the rim of her wine glass. “What if I told you; that you wouldn’t lose your job, no matter what happened?” “Oh shit,” he whispered under his breath. She was making it this difficult. Jenna stared at the wine in her glass, “Have you thought about being with me?” Jenna asked. Only about a gazillion times, he thought of saying. But then he said; “Well, um yes. Yes, I have.” Jenna smiled, “That’s good to know, because I’ve thought about doing it with you about a hundred times.” Evan’s cock jumped inside his pants, and he had to move and adjust himself, to relieve the uncomfortableness he felt. “Glad we agree on that,” Evan said, and took a gulp of wine. “So where does that put us now?” “Well,” Jenna began. “Don’t you think we probably should do something about it?” Evan’s cock stood at attention. Pussy alert, was the alarm code going off in his shorts. “Yes!”, he exclaimed. He wasted no time. In the next few moments, his shirt and tie were off, as well as his pants, and was standing in front of her, in his boxer shorts, with his cock protruding through the slit. Jenna grabbed his cock with her hand and began to stroke it. He took long breaths, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly, as her silken hand moved up and down on his throbbing cock. He leaned down and rubbed her breast beneath the dress. As if on cue, she stood and removed her dress revealing a chocolate brown camisole and chocolate brown bikini panties. “Hot chocolate with whipped cream,” he said, stroking his cock as he watched her undress. “I’m glad that you like it,” she whispered, coming towards him. He pulled at the panties with his free hand, and slid them down enough for Jenna to step out of them. “Not shaved?” he said smiling. “I like it natural,” she said. “Me too,” he said as he fingered her curls before inserting his fingers between her slit. She spread her legs to accommodate him and the wetness soaked his fingers. “ Umm ,” she cooed. “Let me stroke you more.” Evan dropped his boxers and extended his cock to her. She grabbed and stroked it vigorously, until the precum oozed from the head of it. She then swept it up with her finger and inserted it into her mouth. “Delicious. Salty and thick, she noted” She was driving him mad as he drew her to him, and kissed her where their tongues danced together. She wrapped her arms around his neck and his cock pressed against her belly; hard and thick. The precum dripping over her belly. Instinctively he helped her slip out of her camisole, and pulled her panties down further so that she could step out of them. The smell of her musky sexual arousal wafted up to tantalize his nostrils. He grabbed her breast, kneading it with the palm of his hand before twisting the nipple between his finger and thumb. The nub hardened, as he leaned forward and licked it. Jenna cupped her breast to feed it to him, and he sucked on it, taking the nub deep into his mouth. His teeth nipped at it, and she threw her head back to absorb the electrical ecstatic sensation that shot down to her pussy, forcing it to ooze its juices. He slid his hand over his cock again and rubbed the head of it against her pussy in a circular motion then slid it between her legs, faux fucking her between her thighs. “I need it in me,” she said, her voice low and breaking with excitement. Evan needed no further urging. He took her by the hand and led her to his bedroom where she laid on the bed facing him. He turned the lamp on to low, and gazed at her body in its stunning delicious perfectness. His hand was on his cock, as her hand slid down to her pussy, and began to move it in a circular motion. “You need to finish this,” she cooed. “I need to cum with your cock inside me. I want to feel that hot cream going deep, to make me cum.” Wild with passion, Evan kneeled on the bed and spread her legs with his own. “If you want it deep,” he said in a raspy voice. “Then roll over.” She smiled up at him, “Oh yes baby. I needed to get pounded like that.” Evan helped her to roll over, and slid his arm under her hips, pulling her to her knees. The entrance of her pussy was dripping, waiting for him to enter. He leaned forward and pulled at her nipple and squeezed it until she squealed with delight. Fuck. He had to give it to her before he exploded. He pushed his cock against her pussy rubbing it up and down on her clit, then drove inside of her and buried it deep within her swollen folds. “Yes!” Jenna cried. “Deeper! Go Deeper!” Evan didn’t hesitate. He withdrew his cock and plowed into her again. With his hands holding her hips, his balls slapped against her ass as he did. There was nothing better than Jenna’s pussy, he told himself, as he plunged into her again, and again. He leaned over and grabbed her breasts as he slid in and out of her and his cum began to rise up his shaft. He slid his hand back and fingered her clit, as his cock drove into her. She began to moan, slowly at first, but then loudly, begging him for more. “Keep going,” she cried. “I’m almost there. Keep fucking me.” Evan began to sweat. He was getting close, but he wanted her to cum first. Again, and again, he pounded her, until he heard her grunt and cry out. “I’m cumming! Yes! So good! So good! Keep fucking me!” she commanded. Evan drove his cock into her pussy until his own desire overcame him, and he climaxed. His cock spewed its white hot load into her, slowed, and then shot another load into her, filling every crease and fold. “You got it all baby,” he growled, as the last of his cum emptied in her. Jenna held her position until she could feel Evan slide out from her, then laid flat and rolled to her back. Evan followed suit and collapsed next to her and draped his arm over her waist, both breathless and satisfied. They lay together quietly, enjoying each other, until Jenna’s phone rang and she sighed. Reality was back. “It must be about my car,” she murmured. Evan sat up and rested on his elbow, “Timing is everything.” She found her phone in her purse, in the living room, and answered the call. A few minutes later she returned to Evan on the bed, and snuggled up to him. “Was it the tow truck?” he asked. “Yes. They’re going to tow it to the garage. I left the door unlocked, and the keys on the seat.” “You left your keys in the car” Evan asked. “Well did you really want to go get my car, at this time of night?” She asked. He chuckled to himself, “You had this all planned.” She leaned over and kissed him, “I’m not the boss for nothing.” The next day at work, Evan waited impatiently for Jenna to arrive. His office was near a window and he could see when her car pulled into the parking lot. A car did pull into her spot and Evan knew it was a rental, because her own car was in the garage. He watched her get out of the car and head towards the office building. Now came the awkward part. How would they act? How would she treat him? She said she wouldn’t fire him, but what if she had a change of heart and kicked him to the curb? He wouldn’t know until he saw her walk through the door and past the glass windows of his office. He took a gulp of his coffee and nearly choked on it with anticipation. His nerves were on high alert and his heart thumped in his chest as the main door opened and Jenna walked in with an air of business and sensuality at the same time. She wore a black fitted suit and black heels. Her hair was perfectly combed and draped over her shoulders. Her smile was so inviting that it made him want jump out of his chair and rush to her, but he didn’t because it would ruin everything. She nodded to him and he could feel his cock jump in his pants and when she walked by, her cadence made him groan as he adjusted his chair position to accommodate his erection pushing against the fabric of his pants. “Hot. Hot…..Hot. Hot chocolot,” he murmured as his voice mimicked the sound of her footsteps, “with whipped cream and other delights.” And as if she heard him, she turned, flipped her hair away from her face, pursed her lips and gave him an air kiss. Nope. I don’t think I’m getting fired. She walked by and into the main office closing the door behind her. Another day had started and it was going to be a long one. Evan drained his coffee and sat back in his chair. This was going to be more difficult than he thought. How was he was supposed to work when all he could think of was grabbing her, clearing off her desk, and throwing her on it to fuck her. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Yep, it was going to be a long day. In fact, it was an arduous day. There were meetings and Evan had to sit there and watch Jenna as she conducted outlines and pointed out the objectives for the next month and what it would take to meet financial goals. Yes, he sat there and what she said went into one ear and out the other all the while he was undressing her in his mind. Shit! He had a hard on again and he shifted to relieve the pressure. At lunch, he wanted to ask her to eat with him, but decided against it. Everyone would see and either think that he was sucking up to her for a raise or they were romantically involved. It would be awkward and uncomfortable so he grabbed a sandwich from the cafeteria downstairs and sat down with a couple of buddies from the offices next to him. That’s when Jenna walked in and stood in line at the counter and ordered her lunch. “Damn! That woman looks fine,” said Chuck, the office accountant. Evan tried not to notice. “Yea, I thought of doing her myself, but she might have someone,” said Dave from Receiving. Evan had the sudden desire to punch his friend in the face. “I bet she’s good in bed,” said Chuck, “You can’t look that good and not know how to fuck.” Evan shoved the rest of his roast beef sandwich into his mouth. “You’re not saying much,” said Dave, “You can’t tell me you never thought of doing her.” Evan’s ego wanted to tell them all about their encounter, but if they knew and Jenna found out, he could see himself being kicked in the ass with a pointed black high heel right out the door. He couldn’t risk it. “She’s all right,” he managed to say. “She’s more than all right. You know, I might give it a shot anyway and ask her out,” said Dave. Evan could feel his temperature rise and his face grow red. “I wouldn’t do that. Could cost you,” he began, “Jobs are hard to find for a one night stand.” Dave backed off, “You’re probably right. I can’t take the chance.” “Ok, I got to get back to work. Got to make some phone calls,” Evan said as he finished his sandwich. “What’s the hurry?” Chuck grinned, “Talking about the boss got you excited? "I got better things to do than ogle the boss,” Evan mumbled. “I think you got a thing for her,” Dave said. “No! I just want to keep my job. That’s all,” Evan quipped. “We all want to bang her and we all know she’s the boss.” “Just remember that,” Evan said as he rose from his chair, “I gotta go.” Evan could feel himself getting angrier. He stormed out the cafeteria and headed back to his office. This was ridiculous. He had no right to feel possessive. Jenna could do what she wanted. He had no hold on her. He entered his office and slammed the door behind him. He had to stop obsessing over her. He sat down in his chair and threw open a folder on his desk. Work. That’s what he needed to do. Work! The afternoon was cruelling, but he forced himself to focus on his work and by the end of the afternoon he had calmed enough so

How A Girl Falls In Love

THE UNEXPECTED FIRST EXPERIENCE OF A BLOOMING TEENAGER. By JaneDoeStuff03 [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=6325094&page=submissions]. Listen to the ►Podcast [https://archive.org/download/winter-short-stories/HowAGirlFallsInLove.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://64.media.tumblr.com/e19aeda3f758a63d8d929d350efc11b9/819a6a885e659992-a9/s640x960/a27412a1dc9eb209b76375455877e45e12075e27.jpg] Venturing out the chaos of the big city and into the widely different landscape that is the state’s countryside it is easy to acknowledge the existence of the “other” city. A small conglomerate of towns loosely connected by few roads, where a great number of land workers consumed vast amounts of life, seemed to willingly stand in direct opposition to the skyscrapers back at the coast out west. Janet Doe had grown up in this so called “other” city and her opinion of the place had changed more the more she grew up. When she was a kid, it could be called a paradise: she could play in absolute freedom in the vastity of the fields, with her beloved dog and her much older brother watching over them, as happy as a lark. But not anymore. With her brother gone (lost to college) and her dog now too old to even walk, that precious corner of world had transformed from a refuge to an isolating prison, where all she felt was alone. She imagined many times how her life would be in the big city, how many friends she could make and, most importantly, she could spend time with, instead of only having school hours to interact with kids her age, before going home to loneliness. There she was, a once cheerful and creative little girl, now a bored and uninterested teenager at her last year of high school. It didn’t take long for her family to notice the change, but the first to propose something was her brother John as he got back home for the winter holydays. He proposed to their parents something that could, in his opinion, bring back a smile on the face of little Jenny. He had always had a soft spot for his little sister, and he genuinely cared about her well-being, even though he’d never tell her to her face. Never in his life he could have imagined how much this little proposal of his would have changed Jenny. Or the way it’d change her. The parents weren’t hard to convince and with the start of the new year, after a few phone calls from the siblings’ mom, Jenny would have her first piano lesson. She had always been captivated by the piano in the living room, but also had been too scared to try to play it. The piano was first bought by her father as a decorative piece of furniture and never actually used, for none of the family members knew how to play it properly. This is where our story finally begins. In a cold and still mid-January afternoon, Janet and her mom were waiting to meet the new piano teacher. The only thing they knew was that he was a mature man and was one the few who was willing to venture to their isolated home thrice a week for a cheap pay. Mrs. Doe had taken a free afternoon from her job to meet the mysterious man in person and decide if he was trustworthy to be left (eventually alone), with her little girl. At 3.55 p.m., five minutes earlier than agreed, the teacher rang the intercom outside the gate of the house. “He’s here!” Jenny’s mom jumped out of the sofa as she was saying this, with a mixture of excitement and nervousness in her voice. She opened the gate and the house’s door and started peeking at the man who was walking up to her porch. As he got closer to the door, she showed herself to him and greeted him with an educated smile. “Good afternoon, madame. I’m Thomas, we spoke on the phone.” The two women were a little stunned by the appearance of the man: his voice was deep and controlled, he spoke slowly and surely as only men of a certain age manage, but now that he was in front of them, they could see he was more of a boy than an adult man. Mrs. Doe, always speaking her mind, said to the stranger: “I didn’t expect you to be so young, Thomas. I’m honestly a little surprised. How old are you if I may ask?” To which Thomas replied, without a hint of hesitation: “Twenty-three, madame. Don’t worry, I’m used to people mistaking me for someone a little older.” After the brief exchange, Janet and her mom received the guest and had him sit at the dinner table across them, both curious to ask questions to him. “Feel free to ask any question you’d like madame,” said the young man. Jenny’s mom didn’t need him to tell her that and started a thorough interrogatory. It turned out Thomas wasn’t a musician by trade, but a mathematician with a passion for music that had played the piano since he was a kid. His parents were middle class workers who expected much from him, and he wanted them to be proud: he used his time to study, practice various sports and cultivating his love for music. No unnecessary distractions, pauses or vacations. This brought him to get a master’s degree in mathematics at an Ivy League college on a scholarship (no student debt for him) and having all the necessary pieces of paper to go and make a difference in the world at only 23 years old. Unfortunately, at the end of his journey all the fatigue from his inhumane routine caught up with him and he came to an enlightening and probably even life-saving realization: he was spent, completely and utterly spent. So, he said goodbye to his parents once again as he chose the most God-forgotten destination where to decompress and rest for some time, maybe even a couple of years. As he kept telling them about his life, both women could feel the weight of Thomas’ experience and how it molded him into the person they were speaking. The collectedness that had wondered them at first had now an explanation, since that was the only attitude that would get him through a life of rigid discipline without slowly going depressed. He was pragmatic and stoic, but also kind and gentle, the type of gentleness of someone who knows he is strong and therefore has little need for pretending to be tough. Mrs. Doe could read his character like a book from the words he spoke and was very impressed by what she read in him. The interview proceeded in a semi-formal tone, except a few jokes by Mrs. Doe, like when she asked if for “no unnecessary distractions” he meant he never had a girlfriend, to which Thomas elegantly answered: “I wouldn’t call a woman an unnecessary distraction, madame”, making Mrs. Doe like him even more. At the end of the questioning, after settling the matters of pay and weekly schedule, Mrs. Doe turned to her daughter and asked: “What do you think Jenny, would you like to try giving him a chance?” “I… I guess we can give it a shot.” These words brought her back to reality, from the depths of her thoughts where she was about to drown. During the interview, the whole interview, Jenny’s mind was in a realm of its own, where all she could think about was that she hoped nobody would notice how wet she was getting. Since greeting him at the door she was hypnotized by the looks and ways of the young man. Thomas was tall and well built, so much that his wide shoulders and proud chest stood out even if he was wearing a suit. His hair was a light shade of brown, freshly cut and quite short on the sides, almost looking like a military haircut. His beard was shaved, and his cheeks looked smooth, revealing a firm jawline. Brown eyes, darker than the shade of his hair, a regular, straight nose and a nice white smile. He would surely be considered handsome by the average girl, just for the fact that he was physically fit, but to Jenny he was exactly her type. She found him irresistible in every way: the voice, the face, the body were making her insides lubed as if she was melting. Jenny was a girl at that age. At eighteen years old, her body was now fully craving the sweet forbidden fruit that is the taste of a man. And now she was right in the middle of experiencing her first crush. She was short, around 5'5’’, with C-cup breasts and a slender, athletic body. The face of angel, with delicate round shapes, full lips, piercing brown eyes and dark ginger hair. A rare, tasteful beauty in the middle of blooming, that promised greatly of the woman she’d become. The first lesson, under the supervision of her mother, had her trying harder to contain her hormones than to learn the piano. Nonetheless, Mrs. Doe thought Thomas had done a good job at teaching and trusted him to come on Wednesday, where he and Jenny would be unsupervised. Janet had spent the time waiting for the next lesson in a horny fever. She masturbated more times that she could count and imagined tons of scenarios where Thomas tried to seduce her or to take her by force, never tired of imagining herself in his arms. Finally, the moment came, and she opened the door to him once more. As soon as they exchanged greetings, all she wanted to do was to jump him and French kiss him, but her shame stopped her. The lesson went on as she looked in an almost feverish state, to the point where Thomas asked her if she was feeling ill. She couldn’t live like that, and she knew it. She couldn’t live her life holding herself back. But as the weeks went by something unexpected happened. After spending many afternoons with him the lust became controllable and changed into something else: love. The two had spoken much with each other, often putting aside the piano for a chit chat. Thomas had opened completely with her, for he was a person who didn’t hide anything from the people he really liked, and Janet felt the need to return his honesty and had taken the habit of telling him how she felt without hesitation. This brought them closer than they were to anyone at that moment of their lives and made it a most important relationship beyond physical attraction. As the winter melted away to leave room for spring, things with the not-yet-a-couple started to warm up too. The first notable change was in Thomas: since Jenny had told him the previous month that she never had a boyfriend he couldn’t shake the thought of her being a beautiful young woman from his mind. He had long abandoned viewing her as a child and started noticing the hints he was too blind to see before: how she clung to him whenever she could, the look in her eyes when he made her laugh, the awkward blushing her cheeks did whenever he got closer or took her hand on the piano. At the beginning of spring, he was finally convinced Jenny liked him, which put him in a dilemma: to be or not to be (with her). Thomas felt very attracted by her body and during the previous months had come to know how much of a smart and funny and gentle girl she was. If she was just a little older and he wasn’t her teacher, he would have taken a shot at her without overthinking it. Instead of being consumed by the dilemma of making or not a move towards her, he decided that he’d only accept her feeling if she confessed to him, so that he wouldn’t abuse of the power of being her teacher. A most practical conclusion, as expected of him. If only Jenny could take a decision just as easily. Ironically, to face the dilemma of confessing to Thomas, she asked herself what he would do in her place. Obviously, he would face it head on, with only the practical approach in mind, she thought. She wasn’t quite ready for that level of straightforwardness, so she opted for a compromise: she’d tell him she was dying to kiss him from the first moment she saw him and see his reaction. If it were to go south, she could always play it a joke, as teenage girls tend to do. That is how, in a warm spring afternoon, exactly three months after their first meeting, Thomas and Janet came to stand in front of each other in the living room, their arms holding one another, their tongues intertwined in a warm, moist embrace. When they finally separated, after two full minutes of silence and kissing, Jenny could only say: “Oh my God, Tommy. It was beautiful…” “Yeah…” Janet took him by the hand and guided him to her room upstairs, Thomas following her from behind, not in need of an explanation. Once in her room, the door and the curtains closed, at the dim light of the afternoon sun barely filtering through the window, they started kissing again. Thomas was holding her head with his fingers in her hair and slowly sliding his other hand from her hip to her ass, as they kept tasting each other, never having enough of it. His taste was slightly bitter, hers a little sweet. Jenny, although surprised to be wanted back at first, wanted to show him she was going all the way. She pulled her lips away and looked him in the eyes. Then, without breaking eye contact, she grabbed the hand holding her hair, put it on her breast and whispered: “I want you…” Thomas took the hand she had put on her breast and guided it to the bulge in his pants, letting Jenny feel the effect she had on him, then answered: “I want you too…” He then proceeded to undress her gently and inviting her to undress him, until finally nothing stood between their naked bodies. “You’re beautiful, Jenny. You’re an angel.” She blushed, because she knew he really did think so. They explored each other’s bodies with their hands, then with their lips, kissing every spot from head to toe, needing to know their partner. Then they put their hands in each other’s parts. Jenny felt a rock hard, warm member ready to love her in every way and Thomas felt a drooling slit, soft and tender, begging of that love. They started masturbating each other while still standing and kissing. Thomas was gently massaging her clit, pressing and caressing in an expert way, making Jenny tremble a little, while she was stroking his dick gently, often pausing because of the pleasure he gave her. Being touched felt great, but what was making her lose her mind was being touched while holding his hard dick in her hands, feeling how long it took for her small hand to stroke it all the way and feeling him leaking precum. Thomas felt how moist her pussy was, but he knew she was a virgin. He stopped stroking her clit and was about to tell her to get on the bed so he could lick her, but she had other plans. As soon as he let go of her pussy, in a swift movement, she kneeled before him and put her face under his cock, looking up to him with puppy eyes. She opened her mouth, and she took him inside, trying to go all the way to the base, only to choke and take it out. “Easy, girl…” said Thomas softly, caressing her cheek. She paused for a moment to catch her breath and went back to his cock. This time she focused only on the tip, slowly trying to take a little more every time she could. Thomas was breathing heavily as the feeling of her blowjob was filling his balls with cum. It wasn’t the best technique, but her sheer love for it was arousing him to levels he had never reached before. Arousal was becoming an issue for Jenny too. The feeling of having Thomas in her mouth, so hard and pulsing with pleasure, forcing her jaw open and sliding on her tongue was making her wet pussy ache in desperation. Thomas put his hands on Jenny’s face and with the cock still in her mouth he said to her: “I want to take you. Now. I need to take you.” Jenny felt a throb both in her heart and in her pussy. She quickly got on the bed and spread her legs, revealing how her thighs were covered in wet pussy lube. “Come here…” Thomas got on top of her and in between her legs. “Are you sure?” he said to her, genuinely concerned about how she felt. “I’m sure, Tommy. I want you to make love to me. Am I good enough for you?” Now it was his heart’s turn to throb, as well as his cock’s. “More than good. You’re perfect.” With the hesitation gone he started poking at her pussy’s entrance, before gently putting the tip in. Jenny could feel his girth and was already hurting but wanted him to fill her up and endured it. Thomas was now pushing his dick deeper inside her, slowly and gently. Her pussy was bleeding, so he was a little worried, but she was so tight he couldn’t stop thinking about the pleasure. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he managed to go all the way inside her. Jenny was crying a little, both from the pain and the joy of being one with him. “I’m so glad it’s you, Tommy. Thank God it’s you…” He wiped her tears off her cheeks and decided it was time to confess his feelings to her: “I love you, Jenny. I wish I had realized it sooner, but I know it now. This may not be my first time, but you are my first love.” The tears started pouring back from Jenny’s eyes and Tommy embraced her and kissed her, always staying inside her, but staying still, not moving. After kissing him for a while Jenny told him she felt better and was ready for him to move. What followed was a passionate love making where both were experiencing pleasure beyond anything they thought was possible. Tommy reveled in her tight virgin pussy, so eager and wet from both juices and blood. It was a feeling incomparable to the girls he had before, and he kept plowing her with only his animal instincts guiding him. Jenny was in a whirlwind of emotions and sensations: horny and in love, in pain and in pleasure, crying but with joy. She was thrusting her hips into him ignoring the pain and accepting the pleasure. And she was looking at him. His chiseled body sweating down on hers. She brought his head closer to her shoulder and whispered in his ear: “I’m in love with you Tommy. I’m in love with you and I’m about to cum…” Those words awakened something in Thomas. He pounded her with even more vigor, always careful not to make the pain surpass the pleasure. “I want us to cum together. I’ll come with you,” he said while panting to her ear. “Yes Tommy, give it to me! Make me yours!”. Their breath kept getting shorter and their voices louder, until finally, moaning like animals in heat, they orgasmed in a hectic spasm. Jenny felt Tommy’s semen filling her pussy and abandoned herself to the pleasure, almost passing out on the bed in a state of bliss. All the while Tommy was feeling his cock being milked dry by her pussy and held her by the hips so that the spasm wouldn’t make him pull out. They were both satisfied. He lied down beside her and put her in his arms once again, holding her tight. She kissed him and put her head on his chest. She closed her eyes. They were both in love. Author’s note: Thank you for reading my first submission! I still think I need to work on my storytelling, but I hope to improve in my next works. In the meantime, feel free to comment, any advice and/or critique is welcome. Have a nice day and see you soon! JaneDoeStuff03 [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=6325094&page=submissions] for Literotica

Helping Her Make A Sex Toy Review

HE AGREES TO BE HER FOCUS GROUP FOR DEMOING TOYS IN THE ADULT TOY STORE. By Norweger [https://www.literotica.com/authors/Norweger]. Listen to the ►Podcast [https://archive.org/download/winter-short-stories/HelpingHerMakeASexToyReview.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://64.media.tumblr.com/ef14778514bc95b76375f0a57ab3b9e1/12aafdaa6d0f5a06-62/s640x960/1480c07b3c9d5071397207763de4e8be78d78d5a.jpg] Can I help you? I glanced aside from the colourful products on display right in front of me, blushing mildly. The shopkeeper had done the rounds, and I, being lost in thought in front of the Toys; male, solo shelf hadn t noticed her approaching. Well, I could hardly deny I was thinking of buying a Fleshlight, as I held one; well, a securely wrapped one, luckily; in my hands as I met her friendly gaze. I, ah Fuck. Going to an adult toy shop shouldn t be embarrassing, should it? My cheeks and earlobes grew pretty pink. Well, I m just browsing, to be honest, I She nodded. ‘Those are real good, by the way. She giggled. Well, good quality. Easy to keep clean. Rugged. For obvious reasons, I haven t taken one for a test drive myself. I chuckled, feeling my awkwardness recede a bit. That s one way of putting it. For obvious reasons I thought before answering Well, I could hardly expect you to have, could I? That being said, shops like this are quite particular, no? Normally, asking the shopkeeper for recommendations and whether she d used the product herself would be reasonable, but here, I guess it would get me me-too d right away? How do you actually reply if someone holds up something and asks, well, is this one any good? I smiled weakly while feeling my cheeks getting rosier again, hoping I hadn t overstepped any bounds. I got a chuckle for my trouble. Well, please try to keep the exciting images out of your mind, but to tell you the truth, we do test quite a lot of the stuff we sell. She blushed a little, herself. Well, we must buy them, of course, though at a steep discount. She turned her gaze down as the sentence trailed off, giving me a chance to look her over without being too obvious about it as the images she d been warning me about started to manifest themselves to my inner eye. I guessed she could be in her early thirties, a few years younger than me. Quite cute, slender, narrow hips, a loose-fitting, turquoise sweater doing its best to hide her ample bosom I d already undressed her in my mind, trying to imagine her testing the huge dildos in the glass display cabinet right behind her. Oh no, I hadn t been blushing earlier. Now; NOW I was blushing. She lifted her gaze again and giggled. Let me guess. Exciting images? I could hardly deny it, and she could hardly take affront, either. I turned my own gaze down, intensely studying my rather rumpled leather boots. There was no way in hell I d be able to meet her stare while saying it. Oh, guilty as charged. I made a helpless gesture with my arm towards the toys on display I imagined both this and that, I ll admit. Well, there s a reason we don t have fitting rooms, you know! Her giggle turned to a quick laugh which she stifled as quickly. I felt my mood rise just by hearing it; it had a chirping quality, sounded almost like a bird s cry. In improving spirits; and, frankly, quite turned on; this young, cute woman had more or less told me that she test ran a lot of the toys in the store. Now my eyes wandered around the room, desperate not to meet her stare, while every time I saw something titillating I imagined her using it on herself. Not that there was anything extraordinary about a woman in her thirties enjoying herself, but the mere thought, as she was standing two feet away from me Fuck. I was rock hard. I hoped it wasn t too obvious. Here goes nothing. Had I first said A, I might as well say B, too. I felt a bit braver, thinking we could spin a bit on this, while still keeping it innocent. She looked amused, too. That s kind of unfair, though, isn t it? Any woman walking into this store can get, ah, expert advice, whereas I, as a man, will have to take your word for it Oh, this one is good; I haven t tried it, but it is good, believe me! She laughed. Loud. I swear to all that s holy, had we ever had a male shop assistant here, he d be loaded down with all the male solo toys we could muster and be told to test the hell out of them; and take notes while he was at it! She turned serious. Wouldn t do you much good, though; I d be most surprised if there s even a single man in town who d casually ask another if that sex toy of his was any good or not. I d have to give her that. Chitchatting about sex did come a lot easier when I did it with a woman. Just that. There s a reason we re all women working here, she smiled. Women sell better to both men and women than, say, a fifty-something, balding, pudgy male in a soiled T-shirt and sweat pants. She chuckled. Beg your pardon for letting my prejudices shine through, by the way. I laughed out loud again, realizing I was getting close to asking her what she did once she d closed shop; she had, in a few minutes since I d become aware she even existed, shown herself to be one of those all too rare people who could get me in a good mood simply by being there; and that she could quip about sex and seemingly be at ease was an added bonus. Plus, of course, she was incredibly cute. I caught the warm, brown eyes peering out under her unruly mop of reddish hair, trying to come up with a suitable response before the silence became awkward or she trotted on through the shop, ending our moment. She glanced down at her watch, and my heart sank like a stone; opportunity wasted, I thought; until I heard what she had to say. Look Now I want you to be real careful; not getting the wrong idea as to what I am suggesting, okay? You are not going to have sex with me, capisce? Well, she had my full and undivided attention, even if I wouldn t get to sleep with her. I nodded, firmly. No fucking her. OK. I m about to close shop, now. If you, ahem, would like to test the fleshlight before you buy it, you can do so, okay? But, you re going to have to buy it afterwards, obviously. The lube is on the house. I gawked at her. Wow. I nodded, numbly. This couldn t be, could it? But I wouldn t want to miss this for the world. I nodded again, vigorously. She smiled a quick smile, then went to the entrance to lock the doors, glancing over her shoulder at me as she did so, throwing me another smile. Returning, she grabbed a bottle of lube from a shelf, and motioned for me to follow her as she walked past. As if I needed any prodding. It d probably be best to use our office, rather than have you go at it here under the bright lights, she suggested softly. I just shrugged. I d follow her anywhere. My cock was rather a simpleton. As we exited a door with a 'staff only sign at the back of the shop, we entered the kind of storeroom you ll find somewhere in any shop in the world; shelves stocked with all kinds of goods, except Well, these goods were very much adult toys. Darting past a crate packed to the gunwales with inflatable dolls; inflated!, she giggled Meet last year s Christmas decorations; we couldn t sell them, but neither could we bring ourselves to throw them away I shook my head, dumbfounded. She nodded towards a green door near the corner of the storeroom That s where you ll get to find out if the fleshlight is any good She opened the door, hinges groaning. I ve been meaning to grease those for ages, wonder if I can use this lube? she mused as we entered a small-ish, run-down office. Lots of papers were covering just about any horizontal surface; a desk with a computer and a phone on it and a small coffee table in front of a battered old sofa tucked into a corner; piles of merchandise along the far wall. Nodding towards the sofa, she suggested I take a seat before seating herself on the office chair by the desk. I hope you don t mind me watching. After all, I have a certain, um, professional interest in seeing how you get along with it, you know. , throwing me another smile; a warm, seemingly genuine one. She didn t appear to be wholly untouched, herself. I fumbled with the packaging. What sadist had invented welded plastic? Probably a good thing when it came to protecting sex toys on display, but when you were about to unwrap it to try it out? Not so much. My audience reached for a pair of scissors and motioned for me to lob her the fleshlight. You get out of your jeans, I ll get this out, OK? she suggested. I nodded, still not trusting my voice to bear. I hardly needed any more encouragement. I tugged at my belt, seconds later dropping my jeans to the floor, stepping out of them. My briefs were unceremoniously shoved down my thighs, and as I rose again, my almost painfully erect cock pointed arrogantly at the ceiling, the shopkeeper raising her eyebrows a little and giggling softly as she took the sight in while cutting open the packaging separating me from instant bliss. With a satisfied Hah! Finally! she pulled the fleshlight from its by now shredded plastic cover and reached over to hand it to me. I shamelessly ogled her cleavage before reverting to holding her gaze. As I said, this is good shit. You won t be able to destroy this one during normal use She proceeded to explain how important it was to clean it after use, stressing that they had both suitable toy cleaner and disinfectant in the store. Most gentle for the silicone, that stuff; unlike the dish soap most people tend to use Her sentence trailed off, apparently she got struck by the same thing I had; that this was an absurd time to discuss maintenance. My apologies, I got a bit carried away. Here. Accepting the toy, I glanced over at the bottle of lube perched on the edge of her desk. Turning around, she reached the bottle and spun back to present it to me. There you go, put lots in the fleshlight, some around the entrance and a little on your johnson, and you re good to go. Nodding, I did as she had suggested; an ample spurt of lube into the pale, pink thingy, then a little around the sculpted pussy lips. Bah, in a way it would have been better if they hadn t tried so hard to make it look like the real thing. Seeing as you wanted my observations, I think it would have been better if it was just an opening, not modeled to look like a real pussy; you know, no matter how good this may turn out to be, it can t possibly compare to the real thing Doh, she exclaimed as she rolled her eyes. I should have mentioned that, there s a neutral version, too; and, believe it or not, a few which are supposedly modeled after famous porn stars pussies, whether you believe it or not. Anyway, they probably all feel the same; just look at something, anything else while you re using it. I d be lying if I claimed I thought it would matter much what it looked like once it was wrapped around me. Squirting a wee bit of lube in the palm of my hand, I stroked myself a couple of times, ensuring I got some on the purplish, swollen head, too; unless I slipped in unhindered, I d be sore afterwards, of that I was certain. Positioning the fleshlight against the glans, I looked over at the shopkeeper. She stared back, eagerly anticipating my next move; not that she d have to be a rocket scientist to figure out what that would be. Gently pressing the fleshlight towards me, I slid into my first silicone pussy. It was just tight enough to feel natural-ish, I d hand the designers that; but it felt rather cold and, well, dead. What s it like? she asked, voice quivering slightly. Oh, not too bad, I replied Though it does feel a bit cold and. ah, dead, if I may say so at the moment, but that should improve shortly Giving it a couple of strokes, I could already feel it begin to warm up. She raised her stare from my fleshlight-wrapped member to meet mine. Fuck me, I really am not doing my job properly, now; I just remembered that the manufacturer recommend that you put it in warm water for a few minutes before use, precisely to avoid that corpse bride-feeling. My apologies. I nodded. That d probably do the trick, I m sure. However ; I let it slide back and forth a few times, feeling the soft silicone caress my oh-so-erect cock; it does feel really good, don t get me wrong; and it keeps getting warmer by the second! Having said that, I stroked myself in silence for a few moments, slowly, deliberately; pulling it off me until my cock emerged from it, exposing the swollen, lube-glistening head for my very attentive audience, then shoving myself into it again. Oh yes, it felt better and better. While no one would ever mistake it for the real thing; well, no one who had ever had the good fortune to have the real thing wrapped around oneself, anyway; it definitely felt good, much better than a simple handjob. It keeps getting better, I grunted. Would work better still if one could take it out of the casing, though; you know, to adjust the pressure, using it as a sleeve over my cock; would feel more alive, then. She nodded. I ll keep that in mind, in case someone asks. I believe you can take it out for cleaning, by the way; so you could probably, um, go au-naturel on it, if that s your preference. ; before again staring at my cock sliding in and out of the toy, mesmerised. I felt like I was being on display; quite naturally, seeing as that was just what I was; but caught myself enjoying it. My audience was really cute and sexy as hell; well, truth be told, I d probably find even Margaret Thatcher hot as fuck if she had stared at my masturbating with that sultry look my watcher now sent me; but I digress. I was turned on, way beyond what I would have been had I been doing the deed at home, alone. I coughed softly, then slowing the pace a bit as I caught her stare again. Uh, I know there won t be any actual sex, that s not what I m fishing for now, but Would you mind, ah, could I Well, have a little glimpse of your charms? Some bare skin? Just to help me over the edge? I must have looked like a pleading puppy, as she burst into laughter, luckily a good-natured one. After first shaking her head, she apparently had second thoughts and nodded. I swallowed. This intensely erotic moment was about to become even hotter. Grabbing the hem of her sweater, she pulled it over her head and revealed a black, low-cut bra and ample cleavage. Lovely, pillowy, full breasts. My pace picked up. Don t you think about touching me, don t even reach for me, OK? she said, sternly. I nodded, hoping I looked like I d be true to my word. God knows how reliable one looks when masturbating to the sight of the girl asking you to keep your hands off her. She apparently found my promise good enough, and, after reaching behind her back for a second, the bra fell into her lap and her breasts swung free. I swallowed again, almost in disbelief. They were really beautiful; round, full and pillowy, large, but not so large as to be saggy; they proudly stood form her chest, slightly pear-shaped, milky white and crowned by the largest, weakly drawn areolas I d ever seen, pale pink, crested with nipples looking as if you d be able to cut glass with them, so hard were they. She was amazing, and I wasted no time telling her so as my cock hardened further still inside the silicone wrapper I was now doing my best to fuck the daylights out of while keeping my eyes locked on the shopkeeper, occasionally falling to her wonderful breasts, but mostly maintaining eye contact. She leant back in her chair, her breasts gently parting. My turn to be mesmerised. I could already feel the familiar tingling telling me my strokes were numbered and my orgasm forthcoming; I d be done for shortly. The fleshlight was now at body temperature, and felt much, much more lifelike, albeit still no match for a woman, I grunted through clenched teeth no muscles milking me, no body thrust against mine, no hands feverishly stroking over my back, hugging me close as orgasm approaches; but it does feel pretty pretty damned good! Nodding absentmindedly, she stroked a hand over her right breast, cupping it, then pinching her nipple between her thumb and index finger, moaning softly. I m about to cum, I grunted, snapping her back to reality. Oh, please do it in that one, huh? , she nodded to an empty mug on the table between us. I want to see you cum. I nodded, feverishly working my cock with the latest addition to my meagre sex toy collection. Lean forward, please , I snapped I want to see those lovely tits swaying under you Laughingly, she obliged, leaning forward, then rocking side to side. Like this, huh? she teased, smiling warmly at me as the heavy globes swayed back and forth under her. Yes. Just like that. There was no use trying to hold back. Two more strokes, and I could feel my orgasm erupting, a tad before I d expected it to. And here I was, figuring I had it under control I jerked the fleshlight off my cock, throwing it on the floor, sending spurt after spurt of cum over the table, grasping for the mug, missing, shooting another spurt halfway across the room towards her; at least it felt like it; before finally grabbing the mug and shooting the last, feeble spurt into it. I felt my earlobes glow with embarrassment as I came in for landing after the massive orgasm, only to see the mess I d made; cum streaks over invoices, a pack of cigarettes, the table itself, a lighter My companion laughed, totally losing it in a fit of laughter, her breasts jiggling as she shook You should ve seen yourself!!! , she eventually gasped, regaining some control over herself. It was the most absurd sight I ve ever seen, so incredibly hot, you in the midst of such an orgasm, frantically trying to grab my old mug I joined her, a bit hesitantly at first. It had indeed been comedy hour. I hoped there wasn t a surveillance camera here, for if it did, I d be bound to find myself on some amateur blooper reel shortly. Never mind, though, she giggled. I ll get that cleaned up in no time. Without getting her sweater back on, she left the room. Seconds later I heard the tell-tale sound of water pouring from a faucet and paper being torn from a roll. She returned, hand full of tissue paper, and handed me some. Here, clean yourself up; then I ll show you how to clean your latest conquest afterwards. She leaned in over the table and cleaned up any trace of my little indiscretion. I really had to fight the urge to reach out and touch the lovely form right in front of my eyes; but managed. I d promised, after all; and I d had a wonderful experience, I wouldn t want to ruin it by doing anything which might scare or offend her in any way. I leaned back in the sofa while cleaning most of the lube off my semi-erect cock, softly caressing it as I stared hungrily at her, finishing up the table. I followed her to the cupboard next to the office; standing close to her; still dressed like Venus of Milo, only with arms; in the tiny room, I could feel the warmth of her body against mine as she fumbled the fleshlight open, taking out the silicone innards. Just hold it under lukewarm water, first, to get rid of your cum and the lube, then wipe it clean with a little bit of the toy cleaner I ll give you when we re back in the shop and it ll be ready for its next outing. She glanced up at me, noting my attention was on her, rather than on the most useful instructions she were supplying. Better leave it outside its sheath overnight to allow it to dry properly, she said. Well, unless you find you prefer to use just the inner sleeve, of course. Quick smile. With that, she handed the toy back to me. Just head back out in the shop, you. I ll be with you in a minute, just need to get dressed. I was treated to a smile too cute to be believed, and I was bright enough not to overstay my welcome by asking for just a few more glimpses of her. I threw a last, longing glance at her beautiful, curvy shape, met her gaze; a rather lustful one at that!; and smiled at her. I ll do some window shopping, then, see if I find more playthings catching my fancy. I then turned and briskly headed back into the shop, again passing the surreal pile of inflatable dolls, one still sporting a santa s cap. She sure took her time getting dressed; I imagined she d figured she needed