Collection Of Stories

"Alright. Stephen, bring that lovely c.o.c.k up to her hole, and hold steady. Esther, you're going to control his entry, pushing back onto him as you feel comfortable." The young couple followed her instructions, and Samantha giggled with p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e, her view was restricted to the girl's dripping s.e.x, Stephen's muscular t.h.i.g.hs, heavy balls, and slick shaft, but it was a view she had no complaints about. "Stephen, do not push. Let Esther control this time." His grunted assent. "You want to f.u.c.k her a.s.s in the future, don't you?" Another grunt. "Then don't ruin this time for her. Esther?" A shift. "Just relax and press yourself back slowly. You'll feel a stretch, maybe a slight twinge, but if you're feeling real pain stop and tell me."

Esther hesitated, then slowly began to push back against Stephen's unyielding flesh. Samantha bit her lip in suppressed excitement watching the girl's sphincter slowly expand to admit her lover's c.o.c.k. She raised her head, the girl jumping slightly as the older woman's tongue teased her c.l.i.t.o.r.i.s. Esther was panting, her body beginning to adjust to the unnatural intrusion. Samantha found herself holding her breath as the head slipped past the portal. She heard the girl's gasp as that point was passed.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" She felt a motion against her t.h.i.g.h, the girl nodding her head, then heard her voice, a touch of the strain she was experiencing coming through.

"I'm fine... It's... I've never..." Samantha smirked again.

"Believe me, sweetie, I know how you're feeling." The girl shook as she chuckled weakly.

"I guess you do at that." Esther pushed back gingerly. "I think... I think I can take it all now. Stephen?"

"You want me to push?" The boy was quick, Samantha mused, at least with the right motivation.

"Yes, but... be gentle." Her tone hardened. "If you aren't I promise... I'll bend you over and f.u.c.k you with a big strapon."

"Promises, promises," Stephen's voice didn't even waver at the threat. His hands were firm on Esther's smooth h.i.p.s as he started to draw her back onto his impaling spike. Samantha could feel the girl's breath quicken, hot against her inner t.h.i.g.h, then the liquid rasp of her tongue as it trailed down, lapping hungrily at the blonde's hairless quim. It was Samantha's turn to gasp in p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e, then she returned to her oral ministrations. Before her eyes Stephen's thick c.o.c.k disappeared, inch by inch, into the teen's dark depths, the girl squirming restlessly under their relentless dual assault.

It seemed like an eternity before Stephen's balls pressed against Esther's lips, right in front of Samantha's eyes, every inch sheathed deep in her body. The teen's m.o.a.ns might have appeared piteous to an outsider, but the passion with which she devoured the older woman's c.u.n.t told a different story. Samantha too attacked the girl's dripping s.e.x with unbridled passion, her attention rewarded finally as the dark haired girl shuddered and mewed. The blonde could feel the same sensations rising in her own body, every lash of young tongue, every nip of young teeth, bringing her closer to her own climax. Samantha gasped... there... a broad smile crossing her face as her own body peaked. She slumped back into the pleasant lethargy that followed.

Stephen's h.i.p.s moved, pulling back, thrusting deep. Esther m.o.a.ning as Samantha admired the glistening shaft pistoning through the o.b.s.c.e.n.ely stretched ring. He was a machine, a big, hard, ass-f.u.c.k.i.n.g machine, and the blonde shivered in anticipation. "That's right, Stevie boy, f.u.c.k that sweet a.s.s." Stephen was moving at a steady pace now, his rod sliding easily in and out. Short strokes, perfect for a first time. Once again the older woman let her lips and tongue find the girl's c.l.i.t.o.r.i.s.

No matter how willing the spirit, Stephen's flesh had only so much endurance. "Let it go, baby." Samantha murmured, gently stroking the scrotum that hung above her. The boy's muscles tensed and the blonde smirked, imagining the load being deposited deep in the teen's bowels.

*****

Stephen slumped over, hands on his knees as he caught his breath. The two women disentangled themselves. "That was... intense." Esther spoke breathlessly. "I've never..." The expression on her face changed and her hand moved to her newly f.u.c.k.e.d asshole. "Uh, excuse me." The girl ran awkwardly to the house, Samantha watching her go with a throaty laugh.

"What?" Stephen looked confused.

"It's okay, sweetie." The older woman smiled at him. "It's just her first time with an a.s.s full of c.u.m."

The boy flushed. "Sorry about that."

"It's okay. She'll get used to it. I did." She drew the boy down beside her and kissed him. "Heck, I learned to love it." A wicked grin. "I love the feel of my man's c.u.m oozing out of my a.s.s, or my c.u.n.t, running down my legs." Another smile. "Speaking of which."

"Yes?"

"How soon before you can give me a load? Sweet little Esther seems to have gotten most of your attention this morning, and I'm jealous." Stephen looked rueful. "Ah, sweetie, I'm kidding... well mostly kidding... but I do want that lovely big c.o.c.k of yours back in my a.s.s."

The young man chuckled and shook his head. "Soon, hopefully. I'd hate to... deprive you."

"Oh, and I do so hate being... deprived." The blonde's teeth teased his left ear as he drew her closer. Their lips met again in a now familiar c.a.r.e.s.s. Samantha smirking as she felt him stir to life once more. "Thank goodness for the endless vitality of youth."

Samantha rolled onto her side. The size and shape of the chair made the position a little awkward, but as someone had said once, "Life is suffering." "Get in behind, boy!" Stephen's expression was one of bemus.e.m.e.nt, she guessed he hadn't watched the same sheepdog doc.u.mentaries, but the way she raised her left leg and, reaching back, spread her cheeks to expose her rear entrance removed any possibility of confusion.

"Yes, ma'am." She felt his muscular body behind her, his rigid tool, still slick from Esther's a.s.s, against her well lubricated sphincter. Her back arched and she m.o.a.n.e.d loudly as he thrust in with no preliminaries, the p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e-pain a wave rushing through her body. Her cries grew louder as her young lover rocked back and forth inside her. She heard his voice, "Sometimes I just want a s.l.u.t I can use. A butt-s.l.u.t I can use." His words, and the brutal thrust that accompanied them, sent a jolt of p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e shooting through her loins. She felt his fingers toying with her dripping s.e.x, teasing her swollen c.l.i.t, then pressing between the delicate lips, filling her v.a.g.i.n.a.l sheath. She thought back to Helen's reaction to their double-penetration, and wished they had one of her toys now.

"Yes," the blonde g.r.o.a.n.e.d. "Use me. F.u.c.k my tight little asshole..." Her voice trailed off, Stephen needed no encouragement on that score. He was like an animal in rut, caught up in the mindless frenzy of the act. Samantha submitted gladly, this the moment that she had secretly wished for when she had embarked on her plan of seduction. She might even have denied it to herself then, but now she could not. "Oh God..." Samantha convulsed as her o.r.g.a.s.m hit, as hard as she could ever recall in her lifetime. Stephen didn't stop... of course he wouldn't stop... and her body shook again. She heard a woman's voice screaming in p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e, barely realizing it was her own. She heard a man's voice cry out, and felt a throbbing within her.

Samantha felt a hand softly stroking her hair, and opened bleary eyes. She remembered the doziness that had followed her climax and guessed that she'd fallen asleep. Stephen was sitting beside her, his hand on her head, and Esther had seated herself, rather primly the blonde thought, on another chair, with her right t.h.i.g.h neatly crossed over the left. "It appears that I have something to look forward to," she observed drily.

"I guess so." Samantha noted that her throat was raw, a side effect of her screaming.

"Cold water?" The young woman motioned towards a jug of iced water and a trio of glass tumblers that she'd brought out.

"Thank you. Yes." Samantha shifted to a seated position, feeling her entire body ache as she did so. "Damn, I'm not as young as I used to be."

"Sore?" Stephen sounded concerned.

"Only in a good way, sweetie." The blonde took the proffered glass. A familiar sensation made itself known. "Also, I'm leaking." She smiled at Stephen. "For me, a perfect day."

Samantha's smile faded a little as she regarded her two young lovers. "Of course, I still have to explain this to Helen."