I am certainly getting closer to fuck my girlfriend’s little sister, but will it be in this one, or do we need a fourth part?
I really suggest that you first read parts 1 and 2, since this is a continuation of those parts.
Tomorrow, I, Carol, and June are going to the Catskill Mountains for a family reunion, an annual event, where the whole family comes together, and I’m talking about 65-70 people going there for a long weekend.
The only hotel in the small town is fully booked so we had to go online to find another accommodation and the only place we could find was a small cottage by some lake.
The three of us, in a remote cottage by a lake in the Catskill mountain, for a weekend… Fuck, what can happen this weekend is mind-blowing, God how I want to fuck both sisters.
I can still hear Carol’s questions:
“Do you like her? Do you think she’s sexy?”
If I think that Carol’s little sister, June 18 years old, 5′ 6″ tall with long blonde hair, pale skin, and freckles, with a gorgeous face and bright, emerald green eyes, gorgeous 34C tits, muscular legs, sweet round hips, is sexy? I don’t know…
“Answer the question, dirty old man.”
The one that often is dressed in tight-fitting yoga pants that accentuate her very tight ass. The one with an extremely smooth, big, and fit ass, begging to be loved.
But… first and foremost… Her camel-toe pussy. It is impossible not to notice her extremely sexy camel-toe and her plump mound, as the fabric of her panties and stretched yoga pants, usually are pulled up her front, showing exactly where her female folds are.
“Yeah,” I finally answered, “I guess… I mean, I am a guy.”
“You are such an asshole! I still love you, though.”
My mind was going wild when I took a shower; Can I ask them? Nooo, That could end really badly, for example, with me not having a girlfriend anymore, and I doubt that June would pick me after her sister dumped me. How am I going to get this to happen? I felt my cock fill up with all the thoughts and potentiality of this weekend.
When I stepped out and dried myself, Carol walked into the bathroom, and without a word, she extended her hand and her trembling fingers traced the large, bulging veins that clustered the underside of my thick cock. I felt my cock thicken in her small hand.
“Mmmm, that’s it, now wrap your entire hand around my shaft and go up and down, slowly,”
I whispered, leaning back against the bathroom sink.
“Yes, daddy, or should I call you Steve?”
Carol loved how soft, yet thick, my cock was. It was warm and the veins that protruded from the underside seemed to pulsate in her palm.
“Come with me,” I whispered, taking Carol’s hand off my cock and leading her to our bedroom, and shut the door, but not completely. June was still in her room, Mom and dad left for Catskills yesterday.
“You wanna touch my cock again?” I asked, lying down on our huge bed.
Carol nodded her head yes.
“Take off all your clothes.”
“Yes, Steve.”
I think she was pretending to be June because Carol never calls me Steve, but June does.
I just ignored the potential minefield in the matter, afraid to ask, I just played along.
Carol slowly removed her blouse, one shiny button at a time, and slid it down to the floor, right beside her feet.
“Damn, I love your tits,” I said, licking my lips and taking in the sight of Carol’s sexy, tits and rock-hard pink nipples. She slid down her shorts, revealing her sexy red lace thong.
“Take it all off,” I repeated, slowly stroking my cock, as I watched my girlfriend strip.
Carol never took her eyes off my cock as her trembling fingers slid between the waistband of her thong and the tight, washboard flesh of her stomach.
“Mmmm, that’s more like it,” I whispered.
“Now, come over here and lie down beside me and open your legs.”
Carol did as she was told.
“Spread your legs and rub that sexy, wet twat for me,” I said, as I fondled my balls.
Carol spread her legs as far as they would go and slowly penetrated her sticky, wet cunt with three of her slender, well-manicured fingers.
“Oh, God,” I groaned, watching her pussy open up like a fresh flower.
“What do you want me to do next, Steve?” Carol asked, gently pumping the trio of fingers in and out of her well-lubed pussy.
“I want you to tell me how bad you need a cock in that twat of yours,” I hissed, moving my hand back and forth between my balls and cock.
“Go ahead, tell me,” I urged.
Carol licked her lips and whispered,
“I need a dick in me, bad, Steve. I need to get fucked.”
“Oh fuck yeah, that’s what I wanted to hear,” I said.
“And whose dick do you want inside you, June?”
“Yours, Steve, just yours,” Carol groaned, pumping her fingers in and out a bit faster.
Did I just call my girlfriend June? And Carol didn’t flinch.
I leaned over and planted my warm, wet lips on Carol’s right nipple, nibbling, licking, then finally sucking it past my lips and twirling my tongue over the tips of her pink rocks.
Carol wiggled around on the bed and began groaning a bit louder, every once in a while, breathlessly chanting my name.
“Ahhh, Steeeeve, fuuuck, yes, eat my young pussy, Yes.”
I reached down, and yanked Carol’s fingers from her sloppy wet cunt, quickly replacing them with three of my own. I jammed my thick fingers deep into Carol’s ultra-tight cunt, instantly separating her pussy walls.
“Oh, you like that, huh? You like having your cunt finger banged?” I asked, driving them hard all the way in.
“Yes!! Yes!!” she chanted, wiggling more and more, wrinkling the comforter beneath her naked back.
Carol’s body was on fire and my fingers felt like thick knives jabbing at her cunt. She writhed and moaned, baring down and clenching her thick pussy walls around my fingers, sucking the flesh back and forth against my joints.
My cock was aching, begging and screaming to be inside Carol, and June. I’ve never wanted something so bad in my entire life. Right or wrong didn’t matter anymore, I needed June’s pussy.
I quickly yanked my pruned fingers from Carol’s drooling cunt and climbed over her, positioning myself to look over her lust-ravaged body. Her mouth was gaping open and her breaths were quick and heavy.
“Tell me you want me,” I whispered, getting up onto my knuckles and pushing the head of my cock just inside her begging cunt.
“Yes!! Yes!! God, yes!!!, Yes Steve, yes!!” Carol groaned, squinting her eyes and arching her back, just a bit.
“Steve, I want you so bad. Please, please fuck me!”
I gave Carol a wicked grin and slowly pushed my cock inside her, feeling her cunt walls instantly submit to me. She reached up and dragged her claws along my bare back, feeling small pieces of skin pile up under her nails. Carol’s long legs draped around my body like a seductive spider luring in her prey.
“God, you feel good,” I whispered, gently pushing my rock-hard cock all the way inside her.
Carol couldn’t speak at this point, only moan and whimper, in total lust. Words and thoughts escaped her, only the feeling of my cock stuffed inside her drooling pussy came to mind.
Every time I bottomed out, she let out a huge groan, one so loud, and so booming, it echoed throughout the bedroom. I began to thrust deeper, making the bed shake with every movement.
Carol reached up and grabbed the headboard, and lifted her hips to meet my thrusts. Her tits bounced, in synchronization with my thrusts and soon I picked up the pace and began fucking Carol hard, with her head banging into the headboard.
“Oh!! Oh!!!” she screamed, arching her back completely and gripping the headboard tightly,
“Oh, God, Steve!!! Make me cum!!! Make me cum!!!”
I began fucking Carol/June harder, slamming the headboard into the wall. My groans were deep and throaty, and the sight of Carols’s tits slapping into each other was almost more than I could take.
I watched her face, the sexy way her lips pursed each time she moaned. Her cheeks were flushed and her forehead was dotted with droplets of sweat. She was a vision of total abandonment.
“Steeeevvveee!!!!!” she screamed, lifting her hips higher and gripping my cock like a vice.
“OH, GOD, I’M CUMMINNNNNNNNNNG!!!!”
“Oh, fuck!!!” I yelled, jabbing her cunt with deep and quick pricks, banging into her with force, “Oh, fuck!!!!! Shit, I’m gonna cum!!!!!”
Carol opened her eyes and locked them on me, slid her tongue across her upper lip, teasing me totally. Then she cupped her tits and brought her nipples together, then slithered her tongue out, tasting the sweat on each one.
This was it for me, control was no longer an issue. I reached up and grabbed the headboard, using it for firm leverage, and slammed my thick cock deep into Carol’s cunt, again bottoming it out, balls deep, and released a thick load deep inside her cunt.
“June” I screamed, as ropes of thick, gooey cum poured from me.
I looked down at Carol, watching her as my seed sprayed deep inside her sloppy wet pussy.
“June… Fuck.. You are such an asshole! I still love you. Steve.” Carol laughed when she came down from her orgasm.
After the morning fuck, I went to work, I am an English Professor at a local Community College, not a big fancy college, no, just a small college.
As soon as I turned on my computer, a new message popped up.
“What do you think of this new top?” it read, accompanied by a picture.
It was from June. She wore a tight grey button-down blouse. Two buttons were undone, but that didn’t relieve the pressure her tits put on the other buttons. Her hips were cocked in such a way as to accent all her curves. Blood started to flow to my cock.
“Looks great! I replied as I absentmindedly stroked the tightening crotch of my jeans.
“What about this one?” popped up, with another photo attached.
It was a red, form-fitting v-neck with a plunging neckline. Pictures weren’t entirely uncommon from June, but these…these were different, extremely seductive and sexy.
Her tits looked amazing, pressed up and out, a long chasm of cleavage between them. Small, but fuck, beautiful teen tits. My cock was starting to respond, I walked over to the door and locked it, then I pulled out my cock and started stroking it to her sexy pictures.
“The perfect top for church,” I joked, staring at her magnificent tits as I slowly stroked my growing cock.
“LOL.”
That was quickly followed up with a third picture, a picture that sent a hard throb right through the length of my cock as I picked up the pace. A tight, green spaghetti strap tank top hugged her body, wrapped lovingly around her tits like the other two tops, but unlike the other two tops, there was something missing here. Her bra.
The pose she struck had her tits pressed hard against the tight fabric, and protruding from the center of her succulent breasts were the cast shadows of two nipples.
What exactly was going on here? Did June really want my innocent opinion, or was she aiming at something more erotic? Regardless of intent, my cock strained hard in my hand as I stroked faster.
“That one is…very nice” I timidly wrote, belying the state of total, heated arousal I was currently in.
“Which one is your favorite?” popped up as I struggled to maintain composure.
“Three” I hack out a one-handed response, testing the parameters of June’s innocently sexual game.
It didn’t even take five seconds before June’s reply arrived. Two words, “mine too,” followed by another message.
“Ok, great, you don’t think that I’m showing off too much? I mean, should I wear a bra?”
“No, no, This is better.” I managed to type back.
“Ok, are you sure? Well, then to the second question, hold on?”
This time I had to wait for 20 seconds, but when I opened the short video clip, I realized that she had filmed herself now, live, and she was wearing a nice thin thong that basically did nothing to cover her sweet pussy, her amazing protruding pussy lips.
God, it’s a good thing that I locked the door.
“Steve, this time I only have two questions, well, it’s basically one, but two options, if you get what I mean. Well, ok should I wear this with the outfit….” June said as I got another picture.
This time she showed off the front of her amazing pussy. Her thong was so tight, which increased her amazing camel-toe pussy. I zoomed in and could easily see her pussy clearly, an unbelievable view of her vagina and I remembered the day she came home hurt after a run, I think it was when I massaged her and watched her beautiful pussy and pink asshole.
“Ok, that’s enough, don’t go away, I need to change.”
Fuck, I waited for what seemed like 10 minutes, and this time, a video clip popped up on the screen. I pressed play and saw June’s naked pale thigh, she instantly adjusted the angel to her crouch.
This time she was wearing similar panties that she had on when I massaged her achy bum.
They were see-through thongs of material wrapping around her hip – a white thong, not black like last time, but sculptured in a sort of lace and see-through in places, just like the other one.
Her thong was snuck in between her big outer lips, but June didn’t seem to care, she was basically naked. Her dark pink lips appeared swollen, and even her light pink inner lips were visible.
“Oh, God.” I managed to write, but instantly, just after I pressed send, I regretted those words, and quickly type another message.
“I mean, you should ask these kinds of questions to Carol, not me.”
“But, Steve, she always gives me the same answer, non, or “you shouldn’t wear that kinda clothing out in public and definitely not that short skirt”. It’s much better to ask you. Well, the first ones or these? Steve.”
“Ok, fine.” I typed back.
“The second one”
“Thanks, Steve, you’re the best, the weekend is going to be amazing, don’t you think?”
“Yes,” I answered, but I never got a repose anymore, I guess she was in her room getting dressed or was she using her dildo?
Fuuck, I pulled my cock hard a few times, looking at a frozen picture of June’s amazing pussy on the screen, and shot my load onto a paper at my desk.
The rest of the day was agony, I felt like a dirty old man walking around campus, checking out all the sexy young girls. My mind tried to organize the overwhelming stimulus it took on a daily basis as a horned-up College professor, surrounded by daily temptations, over and over again.
Lori’s cleavage when she bent over to pick up her pen, the way, Ingrid’s (the Swedish bombshell) tight gym shorts framed her perfect ass, Michele’s lips and tongue running over the tip of her pen while deep in thought… My cock screamed at me, throbbing, egging me on like my own personal drug dealer, pushing me to imagine how these young women, my students.
As I looked at Michelle playing with her pen, I imagined her mane of fiery red hair bobbing back and forth, lips, tongue, and hands touching me, sucking me, desperate to pull my climax out of my body.
Then she withdrew her mouth from my aching cock and jerked me slowly, pushing more and more in her mouth and eventually down her throat. I moaned and nearly stumbled when she started swallowing and her esophagus pulled the head of my cock past her tonsils. It wasn’t long before her hand was massaging my balls and her head bobbing earnestly again, but much deeper this time, orally fucking me with plenty of slurping and drool and sexy looks at me.
Then, right as I was approaching the edge, my hot sexy student looked up at me with her emerald green eyes, her large, firm breasts pressed together by her arms as both hands pumped my shaft and kneaded my balls.
“You wanna cum in my mouth or on my face?” She asked me quickly while breathing.
“You decide,” I told her.
She smiled and sucked my pole all the way down quickly over and over until she felt it boiling in my balls.
Her breath was as labored as mine, and her eyes burned with the fire of wanton lust. We both knew what was coming, and she wanted it, needed it, as badly as I did. Michelle’s hands, lips, and tongue coaxed me closer and closer.
As I was groaning, she had the head of my cock on her bottom lip, jerking the shaft madly while her tongue teased the hell out of the slit. It wasn’t long before the first rope of cum shot across her face dripping the last bit into her open mouth. She kept jerking and three more jets of sperm striped her face before she sucked the head back into her mouth to swallow any that was left.
“Mmmm… I like to swallow too,” she commented as she wiped her hand across her face and licked jizz off her palm.
Then there was Tara, my gorgeous African-American assistant. A previous student, now my lovely assistant… Milk Chocolaty black, and with a figure men would kill for,
Tara had caught my attention years ago, one of the best-looking girls in the college where I taught – tall and bosomy with a clear, milk chocolate complexion and fine features, topped with long black hair. Her big, brown, and expressive eyes were her prettiest asset except, of course, for her gorgeous body, but the story about this ebony 22-year-old beauty is another story (Tara, Professor Steve’s Assistant).
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The next morning, my computer “plinged”. Instantly I hoped it would be June that wanted more outfit advice, but instead it was Ingrid’s mom, Annika.
She was at her office, with her legs spread apart and her blue thong not only visible but smoking wet.
“Hey Professor Steve”
“Hey, sexy.”
“Do you like my new panties I got for you.?”
“Oh yes,” I said reverently.
“Yes.”
“Are you stiff, Professor?”
“Oh, not yet, but I’m sure I will be soon.”
“Are you touching yourself?”
“I can,” I said and felt my cock grow hard again.
“Are you?”
“Just a little.”
“I figured. Are you very wet?”
“Sopping, Professor! I’m probably making a mess. But quiet at the office and I was thinking about you, and your cock up my ass”
“My God, Annika, I have a class in 5 minutes.”
“What time do you finish?”
“Around 5.”
“OK, come to the park, I need that cock.”
All of a sudden, Annika made an inbound call via WhatsApp.
The almost 50-year-old Swedish MILF was pushing her panties down, then she positioned herself on her desk again and started a slow stroking her covered pussy.
“Soon, Professor, your hard cock is going to be inside me again, and feels so good. You’re moving it in and out very slowly. Can you picture it? In … and out … in … and out. I wish you could feel this pleasure.” She said and continued her slow steady movement as her breathing was forced and jerky and came in bursts in reaction to her hand movements.
“Are you liking this?” she asked breathily.
Her hands were moving faster now, her panting was ragged, quite loud and her breathing was noticeably heavier, but still even and slow. Her head started rocking backward as the pace of the hand movements became a bit faster. I was getting extremely turned on, my cock strained and uncomfortable in my pants, so I started stroking myself through with my fingers.
Suddenly Annika jumped off her desk, and left the view, only to reappear after 5-6 seconds.
“Hi, I have a surprise for you,” she said and pulled her soaked thong off. Then she brought the camera with her and positioned herself on her client’s couch (She is a Psychologist).
After positioning herself on the couch she positioned the camera below her pussy.
Suddenly there was a click and I could hear a low hum of a vibrator and
Her huge lips were incredibly swollen and juice was literally running from her opening. She opened her pussy lips and found a huge nub of flesh. Her pink clit was protruding from the hood, looking like a large fleshy pea. She gasped when she touched it and saw it throb. She touched it again and got the same results.
“Do you like my pussy, Professor?”
“Mhhm, was all I could say as I pulled down my pants and started to jerk off.
Annika spread her legs more, her eyes were locked into the camera, her mouth was slackly open and her heavy breathing became more like panting.
“Oh God, oh God,” she gasped.
“Professor, I have bought a little friend, and I hope you’re gonna like it too.”
She reached down to the floor and brought a huge, dildo into the picture again. It truly was an impressive toy, close to 5 inches thick and a good 10 inches long. There was no way she was big enough to take that, I thought, although the thought of her tiny body being impaled on that made me wild.
Since her huge toy-cock was black I instantly remember watching her suck my black friend, Big Ed’s huge cock last summer. Annika, the everyday-ordinary-house-wife, was nothing like that at all, no, she was a nymphomaniac, and she wanted sex, and cock, and preferably in plural, all the time. Her husband, George turned out to be a watcher, he liked watching his wife get fucked by other men, while he jerked off.
“My God, that’s huge,” I said as I watched Annika start to suck the huge toy-cock.
“And black, Like Big-Ed’s.”
“Mmmmhmm, so yummy, Professor… so big, so…. hard… and thick.. mmm, fuck, I’m so horny.”
I met Annika years ago, when she, her husband, and their 16-year-old daughter, Ingrid, moved into a house down the street, and over the years our paths crossed many times, she always wore boring, very a-sexual clothing and I really never thought of her in a sexual manner. Ingrid on the other hand had blossomed into an extremely sexy young woman, and she was the complete opposite of her boring mom, she dressed as sexy as she could on campus, but I saw her in bars over the years, from she was 16 until now, being 19.
“I need you, Professor Steve, my cunt and ass needs you… I want all three of you… Again, this time, I’m preparing myself for all three of your cocks. Big Ed here will help me prepare.”
Annika stuck her tongue out and licked the huge head of the enormous black toy-cock, her eyes grew wide as the first 5 inches of the black toy entered her slutty white mouth. Sweet innocent little Annika, a boring suburban housewife by day and a cock-craving nymphomaniac by night.
Here she was bobbing her head back and forth as she started sucking in earnest on my screen.
Ever so often she pulled the long black hose out of her face and spat on it. She was soon sucking that fat black toy-cock like her life depended on it. By now, Annika had gotten used to sucking big cooks and was actually able to take all 11 inches in and out of her married, white mouth, and down her unfaithful gullet.
But the story about Annika is another story, too long to tell here, but look for Annika, Ingrid’s mom and read her dirty truth.
God, Swedish MILF’s can be so dirty and horny.
PHONE SEX
June moved closer to the mirror and examined her reflection, noting her long waist-length blond hair, her bright emerald green eyes, and her pouty rose-red lips. She looked down at the rest of her body, looking at her breasts, firm and high, looking large on her frame but not too large. She took in her small flat waist with the small diamond belly button ring, the front of her thong, which was already wet, and her long, long legs. She suddenly realized looking at herself, that she was a woman, not a girl, but a woman, a very sexy woman.
I was sitting in my office. The day had ended and I was just about to leave when my phone chimed and a picture of bare tits lit up the screen. Less than ten seconds later, before I could even process what was happening, a pussy showed up too.
“What the fuck?”
I knew it was June, because, first of all, I had her number saved, and I was by now very familiar with her body, and her pink plaid sheets were unmistakable. As was the stark white nail polish I’d seen her applying that very day. Polish that adorned the tips of the fingers touching the lips of her bald pussy.
“Fuck, I’m horny, where are you?” followed by a series of sexy short videos.
June lets her hand graze over her belly, teasing her belly button as her hand moved back up to her breasts. She reached behind her to unclasp her bra, noticing the way her chest jutted out, and then bounced back into place when the bra fell to the floor.
Then it ended and a new one popped up. Her fingers moved to her breasts again, tracing over her hard pink nipples. She let out a small moan of her own, squeezing her nipples harder. She felt another rush of liquid wet the front of her panties. One of her hands slowly inched over her stomach, down toward her wet thong.
“Do you want me to take them off, lover boy?” She texted.
“Yes,” I replied, wondering if she had the right number. This was extremely unorthodox and way beyond innocent pictures of her dressed, but I wasn’t gonna tell her.
I think that it wasn’t really a question, since at the very same second that I sent my reply, the next video popped up.
June danced seductively and played with the hem of her red, almost see-through thong underwear. She sensually slid them down her legs and stepped out of them. Her pussy was completely shaven and she slid a finger along her slit, rubbing her clit for just a second.
Then the video ended.
Fuck, she has a very pretty and seductive pussy. It was wet. It looked small and tight. I was so hard, thinking about everything I wanted to do to it. And her tits, oh my God. I wanted to suck on each one.
All of a sudden, my phone rang. It was June.
“Yeah?” I answered sounding hoarse. My throat was tight and all of a sudden, very, very dry.
“Oh my God, Steve! Please, please tell me you haven’t seen my photos or video.”
“June…”
“Oh, my God! This can’t be happening. I’m such an idiot. Please forget whatever you saw, Steve.”
No fucking way that was going to happen. “Who were you texting?”
“Why?”
“I want to know.”
“Stop it. I haven’t done anything with him. And he hasn’t even seen the pictures because I’m a moron and I sent them to my own sister’s boyfriend.” She groaned.
I could practically see her, naked, blushing a bright red with embarrassment. Sex was probably the last thing on her mind now. Unfortunately, it was all I could think about.
“They’re really sexy.”
“What?”
I don’t know what I was thinking or doing or who this stranger was talking for me, but hearing her voice while the pictures and videos stayed burned in my head and were making me insane.
I was unable to control myself.
“My cock is hard.” A quiet gasp came through the connection, but nothing else.
“I’m sitting at my office and my cock is hard.”
“What? Why?”
“I can’t unsee you now. I want you now.” The admission felt surprisingly good. I sighed and used my hand to squeeze some sense into the cock bulging my shorts.
“Shut up, Steve. Don’t be a jerk. I’m embarrassed enough.”
I glanced outside and watched some girls walking towards their car, all dressed in skirts, before pulling my cock out and starting to work my semi-hard shaft.
“Yeah, but if I was all alone with you in the house, June…”
“No, Steve. Don’t say things like that.”
I chuckled. “Why not?”
“We shouldn’t even be talking about this. It’s so wrong.”
“Because I don’t lie to you, so if I say you’re sexy, you know I mean it. Because I know you better than anyone, so no pretending.
I had stroked my cock all hard now. She didn’t say she didn’t want the same thing.
“Are you wet?”
“God, Steve, don’t…”
“Just admit it, sending those pictures and videos must’ve made you all wet, so, are you wet?”
“Steve…”
“Yes, or no.”
“Yes, Steve, I am are you happy now?”
“I want to touch you, June. I want to kiss you. I want to suck on your amazing tits. I want to taste your pussy.”
“Steve, stop it. Carol is downstairs… Please stop it, My sister… and Mom and Dad are in the next room.”
“You started it.”
“I did no such thing,”
“Yes, you did, those pictures and video started the whole thing.”
“But they were for Ja…”
“Ahhh, Jason, huh.”
“Steve we.. you can’t, my sister…”
“I promise, I’ll be quiet while I’m coming in your pussy.”
“Oh, my God, Steve! You’re my sister’s boyfriend, please stop it!”
“You’re right, but I’m willing to bet you have at least one hand on one of your tits or between your thighs. You’re laying in your bed naked, thinking of my hard cock, thinking about how it would feel.”
“Steve,” she whispered.
“We can’t.”
“Then let me hear you come.”
“What? No!”
“Are you touching your pussy, June?”
“No.”
I smiled. “Liar.”
“Steve, please.” But I could hear in her voice that she was getting horny.
“Touch yourself, June. I won’t tell anybody. Make yourself come. You were going to anyway, right? Was Jason gonna call you? Send you a picture of his own cock? Come to the sound of your quiet little voice saying his name?”
June didn’t answer me, but she didn’t hang up on me either. I knew, though I couldn’t prove it, that I was turning her on. I was out of my mind with arousal. I couldn’t remember wanting anything as badly as I wanted a simple confirmation that she was thinking about us fucking.
“I’m stroking my cock, June. Just like that day, you walked in on me. If you’d have stayed, you would know how hard I can come while thinking of you.”
“Steeeve.”
There it was. The apprehension was gone from her voice. She wasn’t stern anymore she was… breathless.
“Tell me,” June took control of the conversation without missing a beat.
“So I guess you’d like to see my breasts?”
“Are your nipples hard?”
“Yes. Do you want to suck them?”
“Oh, yeah?” June answered breathlessly.
“And then I’d use two fingers, and rub your clitoris with my thumb.”
“Why are you saying these things? Why do I like it?”
“Fuck, you sound so good. Tell me what you’re doing, are you rubbing your pussy for me now?”
“Yes, Steve, I’m actually rubbing my clit, you make me so horny”
“Tell me what you’re thinking about.”
“Your cock.”
“Yeah? You want it inside you, don’t you?”
Another quiet moan came through the phone. She liked my words. “Yes, Steve.”
“You can have anything you want, June. What else?”
“Steve, please, we can’t…”
So shy. I decided to take it a bit slower.
“So, June, what are you wearing?” I pretended to role-play a little.
“Sweatsuit,” she answered.
“Oh, June,” I replied. Then, with heavy sarcasm;
“So sexy…”
“Well, what are you wearing?” June playfully snapped back.
“I’m not wearing anything but boxers and a cowboy hat.”
“Oh, a cowboy hat,” June teased. “Very masculine. Thank you. But you know, since I’m already pretty much naked, it’s only fair if you are, too.”
“You want me to take off my clothes?”
“Very much,” I answered. “I’m getting a hard-on just thinking about it.”
“Talk to me, baby,” I said with a sensual tone. “Describe everything.”
“Well, I take off my shirt.”
“Can I see a bra, or–”
“No. I’m naked. Well, half-naked. You can see my breasts and my nipples. My nipples are getting hard.”
“Mmm,” I replied. “I love your tits. I want to feel them. Can I put my big, rough hands on them?”
“Mmmhhmm.”
“Are your nipples hard?”
“Yes. Do you want to suck them?” June answered breathlessly.
“Oh, fuck, yeah.”
June felt herself blushing, but that wasn’t the only part of her body responding. Her nipples were getting harder still, and her pussy was extremely moist. She lay back on the bed and closed her eyes, imagining.
“Yes,” she said. “You can touch them, suck them, bite my nipples, Steve, come on home.”
“Ohh, yeah, where are you?”
“In my bed, my breast and pussy are waiting for you.”
“Oh, yeah. They feel so nice. So, you like me to come over, sneak by Carol, come into your room, and squeeze, bite, and pull your hard nipples?”
“Yeah,” June answered. Her voice was softer and breathy, and I think she was getting really horny now. Then, instinctively, her free hand moved to her tits and she began rubbing and kneading them. She gently twisted her nipples between her fingers.
“Can I lick them, for real June?” I asked. My voice was so steady, so serious.
“Please,” I continued. “Let me suck on those big tits.”
“Okay…”
“I’m licking them all over. Can you feel it?”
“Yes.” June was breathing harder now. I imagined her pushing one of her large breasts up toward her mouth and giving it a long, slow, wet lick.
“Tell me what you feel, baby.”
June had to swallow hard before she could obey;
“I can feel your tongue on my tits. It’s so warm and wet. My whole chest is tingling.”
“Just your chest?”
“No. I’m so fucking wet now, not only my breasts.”
“Are your pants still on?” I asked, staying in character.
“Just a second,” June answered.
“Describe it to me as you take them off. Tell me what I can see.”
“Ok.” I’m slowly pulling my sweatpants down, you can see just the top of my butt now.”
“Oh, baby. You’re teasing me, huh? My big cock is so hard for you right now.”
“I keep pulling them down further, now you can see my whole butt.”
“Mmm. That ass is just perfect, baby. Can I hold it? Can I squeeze those cheeks with my hands?”
“Yeah.”
“Can you feel me?”
“Yeah,” June said, sliding her hand across her butt and squeezing one of her cheeks. Then she traced her crack with her finger. It caused her to moan just slightly, which caught her off guard.
I heard it.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” I said. “You like it when I rub your ass. But what about that juicy pussy of yours? Can I see that, yet?”
“I let my pants drop to my ankles, I’m stepping out of them now and laying back on the bed, with my eyes closed legs spread apart and my hungry soaked pussy is craving for you.”
The room quickly filled with the smell of her wet, throbbing sex. She spread her legs, and her free hand tickled the hair just above her slit. June liked the feel of her pussy when it was shaved, but she hadn’t had much motivation lately to cut it. The blonde curls covering her mound were only about half of an inch long, but June made a mental note to change that later tonight.
“Oh my God, you are so hot, baby,” I said. “I’m going to finger you now. Can I do that? Can I put my finger in your pussy, June?”
On cue, June slid her own finger over her wet slit and then dipped it inside herself. Her body trembled, as did her voice.
“Ye—yes.” She was breathing very hard now. God, I’m so wet, Steve, I am actually touching myself hard, are you jerking your big cock for me?”
“God, yes, I am, I love how wet you are. I put my finger on your pussy lips and you just sucked me right in, didn’t you? God, you’re so hot. So hot and tight, even on my finger.”
June began moving not just one but now two fingers in and out of her pussy.
“Yeah,” she managed to choke out. “It feels so good.”
“Now I want to fuck you,” I announced.
“I want to stuff this big dick of mine right up your tight little cunt. You want that?”
June hesitated, then, “No.”
“No?” I said. She was a little taken aback but tried to keep things going. “Oh yes, you do. You want me to fuck you with my hard cock until we both cum…”
“Ohh, Steve,” June said again.
All of a sudden, another video came to my phone.
June really had spread her legs wider and was moving her hand over her clit, then she pulled up her pussy lips to show me how glistening wet she was inside. As if turning on a motorized switch, I masturbated faster while staring at her naked, exposed pussy.
“Do you like what you see?”
Then another video popped up. With her knees now up and her long, shapely legs spread wide open while exposing a lot of glistening pink flesh.
“Tell me…” she said breathlessly while rubbing her clit and fingering her pussy with one hand and fondling her big breast, and tugging at her nipple with her other hand.
“Fuuck, June, Fuuck… ”
“Steve… Can ….. you… tell me about… your cock…”
“My fully erect cock is about 7 inches long and is quite thick in girth, extending from a thin bed of light brown pubes that hid nothing.
“Ohh, God, go on… Tell me how you… jerk off… thinking… thinking of me…”
“I lay down on the bed, before thoroughly wetting my palm with my tongue and a bit of saliva. I lift my cock, taking hold of the shaft in my hand, ensuring that the foreskin remains pulled back as far as it can so the large angry purple head is fully exposed to my you.
I start to slide my hand up and down the shaft, all the time staring at my you, who’s just standing next to me, open-mouthed in astonishment.”
“Fuck, Steve, fuck, I’m gonna cum, tell me, tell me… what you want me to do to your hard… cock…”
“I watch as you lean forward slightly, placing one hand on the bed to steady yourself, before slowly reaching across with the other, and tentatively taking hold of my cock in your small hand. As you lift it, your fingernails grazed over my skin, and your slender fingers bump against the engorged head, making me groan quietly, and causing my cock to twitch. Your skin felt so soft and warm, and its paleness was in stark contrast to the reddened color of my shaft and the thick purple head.”
This was it for June. She clamped her legs tightly around her two hands and bucked her pelvis into the air.
“Arrrggghhhh, I cumming,” she cried out and a stream of her juices made its way passed her hands and landed on her hand.
“Then you begin… softly stroking your hand up and down the full length of my cock, stopping your upward strokes when your fingers bumped over the rim of the head, before sliding your hand right down to the base, brushing through my pubic hair, and then back up the shaft again.”
“Ohhh, fuck, Steve, fuck I’m horny.”
Pling, another video clip came through.
June had picked up her dildo. With a look of sexual excitement on her face, she stared at herself, let out a sound of sexual excitement as she slowly inserted the dildo deeper and deeper into her wet cunt. The sucking sound of her inserting her dildo deep in her pussy and her pulling it out was reminiscent of women wrestling in a tub of deep mud while stripping off one another’s clothes. No doubt, every man alive wished he could mimic that sound by pushing his cock in and out of her pussy.
“Ohhh, please fuck me. Fuck me and fill all my holes with your hard cock,” June said as she grounded her clit more and more furiously.
I trembled as my hand ran smoothly over the entire length of my shaft. I just sat in my chair, jerking off, watching my girlfriend’s sister masturbate and hearing her use a dildo over the phone. It was a surreal experience. June… June… Fuuck. I imagined her head tilted back resting against the headboard, her dildo easing its way in and out of her snatch, and soon he legs began to slowly writhe around on the bed, and she started breathing heavily.
“Come on, that’s it, let go June,” I whispered, imagining pushing my fingers deep inside and rubbing the rock-hard clit with my thumb.
“AAAAAHHHH…STEVE…YOU COCK-SUCKER… OHHH FFFUUCK!”
“Come on. Even though I aim for your mouth, I shoot the load of cum across your tits, but the next explosion is a load of warm oozy cum all over your face. Your hair, eyes, and nose are dripping with my cum. You open your mouth as wide as you could while moving your head closer to accommodate my cock. With a direct bulls-eye, I exploded a load of cum in your open mouth. Cumming and cumming with my cock just an inch away from your opened mouth, I coat your tongue white, pouring my cum in your mouth, across your lips, and down your throat. Instead of spitting out my cum, you swallowed every last drop.”
“AAAAAAHHHH…YYYYEEEAAHH…OHHHHH GOD!”
“Come for me.”
June closed her eyes and moaned, pretending it was me who was rubbing her little pussy. She let a little scream escape her lips when she thought about me pushing her onto the bed and spreading her legs wide, looking down at her pretty pink lips. How I would smile in that special way I had before dropping my head between her firm, milky white thighs and licking and kissing her pussy for the first time. June’s body felt on fire, she knew she was about to cum, and she knew she was a naughty girl for thinking about her sister’s boyfriend eating her pussy while she masturbated.
With that thought, her whole body convulsed, and she began moaning and panting, pushing her pussy deeper into her hand, her hand deeper into her pussy. She let a small cry escape her lips,
“Oh god Steve that’s it, eat your girlfriend’s slutty sister’s pussy!”
Unable to hold on, June dug her fingers into the bed and screamed into a pillow as the climax exploded deep within her, sending her senses reeling.
“AAAAHHHHH…AAAAAHHH…OHHHH…FFUUCK…YYYEEEAAAH!”
June came again, just hearing herself say it out loud sent her body rocketing off more fiercely than before. Her body jerked, her pussy was spasming, cum was running down her thighs.
After her huge orgasm, she fell limp to the bed with her hand still buried in her pussy, lightly flicking her swollen clit.
Seconds later, and with a loud groan, my hips bucked and I thrust my cock up forcefully against my hand. I felt my buttocks tense. My body stiffened…my cock stiffened…my balls tightened…my cock swelled and pulsed in my hand.
“Ahh! June! Yes!!” I groaned as I came.
“Oh! Fuuuck” was the only thing June could manage to say as the next two thick ropes of semen shot powerfully from my cock, arcing upwards and streaking across my body, reaching up to the top of my chest, followed in quick succession by at least another two or three powerful spurts across my lower chest and over my stomach and the face cloth. I continued rubbing and stroking myself through my orgasm.
A short while later, we were still waiting for our breathing to return to normal. Neither of us had moved from our spots, and both were still naked. June’s nipples were still as hard as ever, and I continued to gently, lightly, rub my deflated cock. I paused when I heard a sound coming from below. I reached down and picked up the phone.
“You still there?”
“Yeah,” June answered. “I thought we got disconnected.”
“That was. . . intense,” I said. Then she laughed, lightly.
“Yeah,” June said, sat up, and took a deep breath.
“Are you all right?”
“Yeah,” June said, her voice sounding detached. “I’m just thinking…I mean, did we just cross a line?”
A big smile spread over my face. “You bet your ass we did!”
TARA
After 30 minutes or so, I was just about to leave, but after watching June’s videos again, I was once again horny, that’s when I heard my assistant, Tara outside my door.
“Tara can you come in here.”
“Yes, sir,” I heard her response over the intercom.
Today she was wearing a dark hose and a black pencil skirt made from some cotton-like material. The skirt stopped conservatively above her knees; knees which now rested on the red cushion. She was wearing a matching black top, rather tightly fitted, with sleeves ending just past her elbows. She was the first black assistant I had ever had, her skin was a rich, delicious brown. Her top made a small “v” down her décolletage, but stopped well short of revealing the faintest hint of cleavage.
My hands reached down, finding her breasts through her top. I fondled her at will; I knew that part of this was subconscious, that I wanted to take possession of her, show her I could, but at the same time I also just wanted to play with her sexy chest.
Tara smiled at me, and grabbed the bulge in my pants.
“Take off that top,” I said, “I want to see your breast.”
Tara crossed her arms in front of her and grabbed hold of the bottom of her top. Careful not to smudge her makeup, she pulled the top up over her head and dropped it onto my desk.
Her bra was satin, with full cups covering most of Tara’s cleavage. She was about a C-cup. She kept her back straight, letting me look at my content.
“I’ll bet your husband bought you matching panties, too,” I said.
Tara blushed. “He did.”
“Take off your bra. I want to feel your tits.”
Tara reach a hand behind her back and undid the clip. I pulled the soft black straps down her toned arms. The cups held on to her breasts for a moment, and then released them. Her tits sagged slightly; they were a good size and weight and thus not immune to the pull of gravity. She put her bra on my desk next to her top.
Her dark nipples perked up under my white palms. The soft flesh of a woman’s breasts is always a pleasant surprise, they are so different from our manly experience, this soft tissue is made to give sustenance, to encourage new life.
I squeezed her dark breasts gently, and then more firmly. Tara had large nipples and even larger aureoles, details that I found very sexy, very real. I let my fingertips graze over her black breasts, stopping at her nipples which I lightly plucked.
“Your nipples are so big, Tara,” I said. “Is it from the cold, or are you excited?”
“Maybe it’s a little of both.”
My fingers traveled down her body and slipped between her legs, touching the moist lace panties that covered her pussy. She stopped kissing me for a moment and threw her head back as she gasped at my touch, her body quivering at the sensations that coursed through her. I couldn’t help but let out a gentle laugh as I felt how wet she was.
“You’ve been thinking about me all day, haven’t you? It must not have been very comfortable trying to work the entire time with this wet thong sticking to your pussy, hmmm?”
Before she could respond I pressed my fingers into her wet cunt, finding her clit and rubbing around it in a slow, circular fashion. She gasped and moaned again, rocking her pelvis forward to give me better access to her.
“Now, suck my big white cock,” I said and pulled down my pants and briefs with our eyes locked together. Without further hesitation, Tara slipped my cock between her lips. She closed her eyes as she began to feel me with her mouth.
Like all black women, Tara had full, sensual lips. The sensation was no different than when white girls had given me blow jobs, but the sight of her dusky, plump lips encircling my manhood, often when I would masturbate I would think of just the way her mouth looked, her dark fat lips sucking my white hard cock.
“That’s very good, Tara,” I said in a hushed tone.
Tara did not respond, just kept up her slow, steady pace. She knew what I liked. She knew how to give it to me.
“Lick my balls, baby,” I instructed her. True, the sensation does not do much for me, but the idea of it thrills. The visceral quality of a tongue on an unshaven scrotum, and even better: the sight of my white prick against Tara’s mahogany cheek.
Tara had a gift; she could suck my cock comfortably without using any hands, just her lips on my prick, her tight suction and teasing tongue building and building my desire until it would reach a fever pitch. Of course, sometimes she used her hands. Sometimes she played with my balls or stroked my leg, or, even once, slid a long, dark finger up my anus until I exploded with abandon.
While she licked me, she rubbed my hard cock against her face. Then, she buried her nose in my pubic hair, audibly inhaling my scent. My hands perched on her shoulders, feeling her lithe, black body.
Her mouth was wet and she was slurping up and down on me. Her head bobbed up and down as she ministered to my need. I leaned forward in my raised position and saw the long expanse of her back. Tara was so fit, so careful with her diet, the ebony skin of her back and the underlying musculature were a testament to what good care she took of herself.
The sight of her thighs folded under herself, of the bottoms of her heels sticking out behind her, so fucking erotic?
“Oh, Tara, you look so beautiful like this! But, I need that cunt now.”
I cleared the desk picked up Tara and sat her on the desk with her legs spread. Then I sat down in my office chair in front of her and spread her sexy black pussy lips open to see the hot wet pink insides dripping with Tara’s hot juices. Her dark lips were so sexy looking and her pussy was totally shaved.
“Please fuck me, please fuck me, please fuck me PLEASE!” Tara said but was abruptly cut off by a sharp, high-pitched scream that left her body as I shoved the entire length of my throbbing cock deep into her. Her body responded instantly to the overwhelming pleasure being forced upon her.
I grabbed her sexy-looking black tits and started playing with the hard nipple.
I was slamming it back into her just as hard and both of us could feel our orgasms starting to build.
Her fingernails dug into my back as she clawed and raked them against me, rocking her pelvis into my body to take me deeper as surge after surge ripped through her, her eyes closed and her head was thrown back.
“Ooooh FUCK, PROFESSOR, OOOOH FUCK OOOHH YES BABY, AHHH, AHHHHH… FFFFFUUUCK!”
Her orgasm continued for a good 30 seconds, and I just leaned back and pressed myself deep inside her, taking in the exquisite sight of the pleasure possessing her body and listening to the sounds leaving her mouth as she gasped and panted.
After about another minute of hard fucking, I was ready. I was ready to pull out my cock of Tara’s sweet juicy and come on her amazing black tits.
Her moaning returned as the pleasure built inside her again, making no effort to stop or be quiet.
I groaned deeply, her tight cunt wrapped around my cock, my voice deep and quiet in her ear.
“Oh, baby… oh yessss baby….” I yelled, “I’m going to fertilize your eggs, bitch!”
Somewhere along the line, I changed my mind.
She screamed, “No, please, no!”
I replied, “Here it comes, cunt! Here it comes!”
Tara’s legs were urging me to seed her and her hands pulled on my shoulders.
I screamed, “Time to fill your little pussy!”
I could hear her whimper quietly and say something, as she felt my cock flex inside her over and over again, spurts of semen dousing the inside of her fertile young body, the feeling of my body’s reaction to her sending her over the edge again, the contractions from her own orgasm mingling with mine. I shot my hot, thick seed deep into her cervix and pussy. Over and over I coated her soft cunt with my sperm.
Tara cried, “Oh, master, my God! What did you do to me?”
She wrapped her arms and legs around me.
She cried, “It’s so deep inside me! It’s coating all of my insides! It’s so hot and thick, master!”
That my friends is part 3. I now make a promise, in part 4, we will fuck.
Give me some inspiration. Where, How, alone or with other men? Women?
Have a great, and hard day.