This is a fantasy not meant to be taken seriously. It contains elements of DDLG, incest and other “taboo” subjects. If that offends please just don’t read. Its not real its just a fantasy story. Thanks. This is a diary of a consenting adult writing a fantasy. All characters are consenting adults
Hey I’m a student from Sydney who loves writing literotica. This is my first story so go easy on me! If you’re criticizing keep it constructive, I’m always happy to improve my writing. To improve my English I’ve turned off Spell and Grammar check on word, so there may be some errors. Chapter 2 will be uploaded soon.
Mother and son have the morning to themselves.
My first story, please comment nicely with positive constructive advice. I hope to write more if you like it.
A woman observes, then joins her niece and friend.
Id be lying if I said I have never thought of my sister Audrey in a manner no younger brother should think of his big sis. But, then again, we haven’t always acted the way we’ve been told a brother and sister should act.
When Audrey was 15 and I was 14 we made out one night when our parents left us alone. It wasn’t a sexual type of thing at that point though. .we were just watching a movie together and I made a comment about how sloppy the man and woman on the screen looked as they kissed. Audrey said something along the lines of.. “have you ever kissed a girl yet?”. I said “no” and she moved closer to me on the sofa and said, “well, I have, and it really is a sloppy thing to do..wanna see“? Then she leaned in close, her lips slightly apart and pressed them to mine. Instinctively, I leaned my head slightly to the left and kissed her back. My first kiss. With our lips together, I urgently tried to control my racing mind and call upon the memory of all the kisses I had seen in the hundreds of movies I had watched in my life. Not a single movie kiss came to my mind, I was blank. I had no idea what I was doing, but I know I loved how Audrey’s lips felt pressed against mine. So soft, and warm with just a slight amount of moisture between us. Then, just as I thought this was all there was to kissing a girl, I felt her lips open a little further and, as I followed her cue, I parted mine as well. What happened next, to say was a shock, would be a huge understatement. As our opened mouths created a seal from which no air could escape, I felt her tongue slowly making its way into my mouth.. Without knowing what my job was, without even thinking, as if acting on its own, my tongue also moved to meet hers.. Our tongues met just inside my teeth line and slowly circled each ether, moving around and around in and between our mouths. It was all instinct from this point forward. My hands moved to the back of her head, gently caressing it and gently pulling it closer making our lips connect even harder. Our tongue movement became more fervent as we kissed each other deeper and deeper not even stopping as we each moved our heads from one side to another. We stayed like this for what seemed an eternity but no where near as long as I wanted it to last. I began to feel a funny feeling between my legs and realized I had a hard on like no other I had had before and there was a cold wet feeling in my boxers too… I sort of freaked out at this point, but I didn’t want Audrey to know so I just slowly pulled my lips away from hers and ended the kiss. Still face to face, only an inch apart, we stayed still, looking into each others eyes. She had a look of disappointment on her face, but there was something else there too. Something I didn’t recognize. Not knowing what to do or say, I just muttered..”wow”..and stood up and half walked, half ran to my room, shutting the door firmly behind me. That night, I jerked off for the first time with nothing in my mind except my sister. That night, I had the biggest orgasm of my life. That was 4 years ago. We never repeated that night or even mentioned it again to each other in all those years.
Now I am 18. A senior in High School, top of my class and heading for Stanford University in the fall. Audrey is 19, More beautiful than ever, and a freshman at the University of Michigan. It was a Saturday night, Audrey was home for the weekend to do some laundry and eat real food and sleep in her own bed. I was always happy when she care home. I couldn’t believe how beautiful she stayed as she grew into a woman. But, except for that one night all those years ago, I never really gave any true thought to ever being able to feel her lips against mine again. Sure I fantasized about it..I fantasized about it many many times. Many t-shirts were stained from the product of my fantasizing about my sexy older sister.
This weekend It was just her and I at home. Mom and Dad were gone on a retreat for 10 days. I was doing what I always did on the weekends.. Ignoring the phone calls and unrelenting requests to go out with my friends, choosing instead to stay home and prepare for the upcoming exams at school. Audrey was doing who knows what, in her room. I couldn’t help but letting my mind wander and wonder if she ever thought of me like I think of her. I started to get a hard on and slowly I laid back in my bed and let my hands make their way down the front of my pants, grasping tightly around my now rock hard cock.. I had just began to move it up and down inside my pants when a light nock came on my door. I jumped, startled, sat up quick, threw my laptop over my lap to conceal my boner and said, “come in”. It was Audrey, of course.. She had on the cutest yellow sundress, and as she stood in my doorway, with the lights from the hall behind her, I could faintly see the outline of her panties beneath it.. “hey bro, im bored.” she said, “I was thinking about going to the club or something, you want to go?”… still stunned at how beautiful she looked, and startled at the fact that moments earlier I was about to jerk off thinking about her, I stammered, “nah, I have a lot of studying to get done”… sadly, Audrey replied, stepping out of the doorway and entering my room, “that’s all you ever do, isn’t it? You really need to make some time for fun or your just going to explode and go nuts.. Ive seen it happen to people at school.” Now she was all the way in my room and standing next to my bed. She smelled wonderful, absolutely intoxicating.. “what club were you thinking of going to” I said, robotically as I tried to convince myself that a night of drinking with her would be much better than staring at my computer screen all night. “JR’s, just down the road. Come on” she pleaded, “Pleaeease”.. she was giving me her pouty face. There was no way I could say no. and there was nothing left in me that wanted to either. “OK, but just for an hour or two”, I really do need to study”..I gave in.
The club was loud and crowded, which was ok, because it made it easier for Audrey and I to drink without getting caught. We drank..waaay to much.. Every man in the room looked at Audrey, and I could see it in their eyes..I wasn’t the only one who saw her beauty. Audrey was sloppy drunk well before I was. Right in front of me I witnessed, with disgust, her making out heavily with a boy I sort of recognized from school. I think he graduated the year ahead of me though, with Audrey. I watched as they rammed their tongues down each others throats and hated every second of it, but did nothing about it out of fear that Audrey may realize my jealousy was more than just brotherly love. But, when the assholes hand started fondling her ass, I had enough. I stepped in between them and said, “I think we should get going now sis”… its all I could think of. Audrey looked at me, having a hard time focusing through the effects of the liquor, ran her fingers through my hair and said, pouting, “but I was just starting to have fun!” the boy she had been kissing then spoke up and said, “yea, we were just starting to have fun, get lost dude”… and put his hand to my chest in an attempt to push me away. Apparently he was more drunk then he realized and failed to notice, I was hardly a scrappy little weakling. I filled out pretty good myself in the past few years. I ran everyday, worked out in the gym..and treated my body just as I treated my studies… His shove to my chest didn’t’ budge me an inch. It also pissed off Audrey, who seeing the impending pummeling this guy was about to get, quickly stepped between us, put both her hands on my chest and said, “your right bro, bring me home”… instantly the rage that had welled up inside of me subsided. Her hands on my chest felt wonderfull..but I didn’t let on. Instead, I picked her up, and carried her out of the bar.
It was a short walk home, I carried Audrey the whole way, being careful not to put my hands in places they shouldn’t be. At our front door, I set her down to unlock the door and as I did she muttered something that sounded like, “you’ve got pretty sexy little bro”… I acted like I didn’t hear it though, mostly because I wasn’t sure if that was she said, or if that’s just what I wanted to hear. Once the door was unlocked and opened, I picker her back up, threw her over my shoulder, walked her up to her room and set her down on her bed. That was when I realized just how trashed she was. She was awake, but couldn’t even sit up on her own. With an air of chivalry, I gently laid her down on her bed and pulled a blanked up over her. As I turned to leave she said, “ I cant sleep in all these clothes, will you help me, please”… I was stunned… did my drunk sister, the woman I had lusted after all these years just ask me to help her get undressed? Could I control myself, my urges, my desires enough to do this for her and then just walk away? Of course I could. So I walked back to her bed, pulled back the blanket and helped her sit up in order to unzip the back of her sundress. I nervously, fumbled with the zipper and slowly moved it down, revealing the most perfectly shaped back I had ever seen. Once I reached the point where her braw strap was, I stopped and stared thinking, this one strap is all that separated me from the most perfectly shaped breasts on the face of this earth.. Without acting,, though, I simply unzipped the dress a bit further and asked if she could pull it off herself now. “UGH..I don’t think so, would you please do it for me?” she slurred.. Chuckling nervously, I said, Sure. Moving in front of her, one knee on her bed and one off, I slowly pulled the sun dress over her head and off, throwing it into a pile on the floor. There she was, in front of me, in nothing but a lacy black braw and matching panties, my sweet sweet sister. I couldn’t help myself any longer, I couldn’t control my tongue, without even thinking I said. “damn Audrey, you are absolutely perfect in every way!” and I meant it too, In all the movies I’ve seen, all the music videos I’ve watched and magazines I’ve thumbed through, never have I seen such a perfect specimen of a woman as her. Immediately I felt stupid and embarrassed for saying it, so quickly I added, “sorry”.. I don’t know what I expected her to say back, but I know it wasn’t this.. “don’t be sorry little bro, I’m pretty fond of your body too” and she said it with meaning. She said it without stammering, with a wonderful half smile on her face and looking me straight in the eyes. After a moment of silent, a moment of staring into each others eyes, a moment I never wanted to end, Audrey said, “do you remember that time we kissed each other when we were young”? I was in disbelief. Of course I remembered, I’ve replayed that scene literally thousands of times in my head. “ yes, we were crazy back then, weren’t we” I replied , trying not to show the passion in my voice I was feeling in my head. Silence again. “I think of it all the time” she said quietly, looking away, embarrassed. It was time for me to take control of this situation, and fast. I gently grabbed her chin and moved her head so she we were once again looking each other in the eyes and said, “so do I Audrey. All the time, that was my first kiss, and the best kiss I have ever had” and I smiled at her. Then, I started to get up. My intentions were to leave this wonderful night as it was and retire to my room. Audrey wasn’t’ ready to let that happen though. As I stood up she grabbed my hand and pulled me back to her. I lost my balance a little and fell into her making her lay back on her bed with me half on top of her and half off, our faces only inches apart. “kiss me again” she said. “please”. “just one more time.. I have to know if what I felt that night was just a fluke or if you really are the best kisser in the world”… I didn’t waste a second thinking about it. Softly I moved my lips to hers, slightly parted just as we had done before, all those years ago. Only this time it only took about a second before our tongues were touching, wrestling playfully with each other inside her mouth. I was in heaven! We kissed like that for about 10 minutes, when I began to get a cramp in my leg. so I pulled myself completely up on the bed and on top of her. Her breasts now fully pressed against my chest. Almost immediately as I did this Audrey’s breathing became more forceful and her kiss became much more passionate. I didn’t even think that was possible!
After about 10 more minutes of making out, Audrey pushed out from under me, forcing me on my back. She stared at me from the top, her lace panties pressed right on top of my now hard as a rock cock and began to slowly move her pelvis up and down my clothed shaft as we again kissed like lovers straight out of movie. I came a little almost immediately from the feeling and the knowing that my one and only sisters wet womanhood was rubbing against my manhood. My hands now had a mind of their own. I reached behind her back and grabbed her ass cheeks pushing her down harder on my shaft as I began to rock my pelvis to the right and left in perfect motion with hers. We were now dry fucking..I was dry fucking my sister! And amazingly, If Im not mistaken she was about to have an orgasm! Audrey started shaking all over, she couldn’t even continue kissing me, she buried her head in the pillow next to my head and violently jammed her pelvis up and down on my cock as her entire body trembled and shook. In my ear she said, in short broken words.. “oh my god honey, im coming..im coming!”…
After the orgasm had passed, Audrey looked at me, still on top of me, still slowly moving her pelvis up and down she whispered…”I know this is wrong, but I’ve wanted it for so so long…are you ok with all of this?” I just smiled, brought her lips to mine, and just before the met, I whispered, “yes Audrey, I am very much ok with all of this” and passionately slid my tongue back into her mouth. Seconds later, I felt my sisters hands undoing my belt, and unbuttoning my jeans. I did the only thing I could think of… none of this seemed real to me anymore.. I reached around her back and undid her braw. As the lacy black thing fell off her it revealed the most perfectly shaped breasts I already knew were beneath. Audrey had completely undone my pants and had moved off the top of me in order to pull them completely off , boxers and all. As she was pulling them off I said. “yours too then”.. and she did. I watched as she stood up beside the bed and let her black lace panties fall to the ground. Then, with us both fully naked she got back onto the bed and straddled me once again. This time here bare pussy lips were parted by the shaft of my bare cock. We didn’t move an inch. Not a muscle. We just laid there for a few minutes feeling our naked bodies pressed against each other. And..like a director was telling us what to do, at exactly the same moment, without a word, Audrey lifter her pelvis off my cock, reached down, grabbed it and positioned it just in front of her hole. But before she put me inside her she looked up into my eyes and said.” I love you, I always have”..and then slid down onto the head of my cock. Slowly working herself all the way down, working my shaft completely inside of her. I cant even describe in words how wonderful it felt to finally be completely inside my sister. She was so wet and so hot and still soo tight around me. We seemed like two pieces of a puzzle had finally been fit together. Up and down she slid on me. Up so just the head was still inside her and down completely moving left and right as she took me inside. We were kissing all the while, deeply and passionately. My hands were moving from her smooth as silk small ass cheeks to her perfectly small breasts and wonderfully shaped nipples. For hours we made love to each other. Sometimes with her on top, sometimes with me. We tried every position we knew of, stopping only long enough to orally pleasure each other. She swallowed my cum and I lapped hers up like a little puppy. I lost count of how many times we both came, but I do know that every single time it was at the exact same time as each other. I told her I loved her and always have and she said the same to me. I blew my load inside of her so many times I think by the end I didn’t have a single drop left.
We fucked, screwed, made love until the sun had begun to come up in the east. Then we slept next each other, naked for hours. At a little after noon we woke up together and fucked again and again. She didn’t end up going back to school until Wednesday and called in pretending to be my mother to get me out of class for those days as well. We never left her bed except to eat, but even then we screwed on the kitchen floor, the dining room table and every piece of furniture in the house.
That was 1 year ago. Since then, Audrey and I have made every opportunity to be together. I went to Stanford as planned, Audrey transferred to Berkeley to be closer. We got an apartment together and make love every single night.
I love my sister, and she loves me… Love is enough for us..and it always will be.
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Second part of the story. Please leave a comment thanks. If you havent read part1 suggest you do first. At least skim.=)
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A knock on my opened window grabbed me out of my dream. The first thing I saw was her reflection from the street lights and then I reached my hand to find my phone and check the time. It was already 2 am. She asked quietly:
– „Are you awake? “
– „Not quite, but I’m getting close…“ I answered.
– „Are you up for a glass of wine? Or two maybe..? “
– „Yeah, sure, I am. Come on in, the doors are unlocked. “
– „Oh, great! I’m coming in…“
I was still sleeping with my right eye so I wasn’t aware I am completely naked and she is about to enter my apartment. She was already at my door when I grabbed my towel and covered my crotch. She went directly in my room and asked:
– „Do you want me to sit on the bed or..? “
– „No, let’s go to my living room, there’s the air condition“
– „Great, I need that! “
She didn’t wait for me but was already on her way to my couch. It seemed to me she knows my place already. Then I remembered that John told me she had a fling with the old neighbor. I got up of my bed and tied the towel around my waist. I got to the kitchen, took two glasses and the cork-screw and then followed her lead. She was already sitting on my office-like chair right under the light so I sat on my couch on the other side of the room. She took the cork screw and went to open one bottle. She started…
– „I’m sorry for barging in like this but I’ve had the most boring night out ever and I really had to have a glass of wine with somebody that won’t be boring or over aggressive. My friends really know how to ruin a nice day…“
– „Well, that day is behind us, we’re already over two hours in a brand new day you know..? I don’t even want to ask you to tell me what happened cause I can presume the situations.“
– „Yeah, and I don’t want to trouble you with my problem since I woke you up from your sleep…“
She was sitting on my chair with her legs crossed and I again started to admire her as a lady. My eyes were all over her what she noticed from the start. She stood up from my chair, poured our glasses and made a few steps towards me giving me the glass.
– „For big cats I presume…“she lifted her glass for a toast. „…cheers! “
I smiled back and said „Cheers to you too Monica! “ She turned away and went for my chair. As I saw her ass all of my blood went to my cock and I, once again, started thinking of all I’ve seen from her the past few days.
– „I know I told you already but you look completely amazing tonight. I bet you’ve heard that enough times this evening but I have to say what’s on my mind. “
– „I really appreciate that from you… and thanks, it really is nice to hear that. It’s nice of you being so honest too! “
– „You’re welcome madam…“
– „Can I be so much open and tell you what is on my mind..? “
– „Most definitely! “I said.
– „Well, I’ve been thinking of you for the whole evening you know..? “
– „Wow! “was all I said.
– „Yeah! I was so sad that I had to go to town with my girls… I really wanted to stay here with you…“
– „Yeah, I was so sad too. Especially when I saw you outfit…“ I said and I smiled.
– „So, you really like what I’m wearing? Don’t you think this looks funny on me..? “
– „No Monica, most definitely no, it doesn’t look funny at all. And yes, once again, I like what you are wearing! “
– „Any part favorite maybe..? “ She looked at me very seriously.
– „Off course! But, I’m not so sure I should tell you… I don’t feel so comfortable… at least not yet…“
– „Well, well, are we shy all of a sudden..? You really don’t have to be you know… I mean, you are sitting across me with only your towel over you, this looks very comfortable to me…“
– „Yeah, you are right, who am I kidding…“
– „Especially with me, I’m a woman with a much opened mind…“
– „Yeah, I noticed that…“
– „Really*! How is that? Give me an example… please…“
– „Well… the clothes you wear… you wear some things that not a lot of girls would be ready to wear… and your underwear… do I have to keep on going? “
– “My underwear..? You like my underwear? Wow, we have a kinky one right here!”
– “Yes, well, one of my fetishes…”
– “One? Are there a lot of them? Should I be afraid..?”
– “No, no, you are safe with me…”
– “Would you like to tell me what the others are..? No, wait, can I guess? ”
– “You can try…”
– “You like high heels right..? Am I right? ”As she asked me that she slowly caressed her heel in front of me. “And you like the ones I’m wearing..? ”
– “You are absolutely right!”
– “Well, you see, we already have those two in common… I like those things too! Very much!”
– “Huh! That’s a rock from my heart!”
– “Well I’m glad! Are you now more comfortable..?”
– “Yes, I am… you still want to know huh..?”
– “Well, I have been waiting for you to get comfortable and say it to me… you really don’t have to worry about a thing…”
– “It’s your legs… and your ass… they look so sexy I could look at them all day long… there, I said it!”
– “Hmmm… you like these legs?” She asked as she caressed her outer thighs with her long fingernails. “And my ass you say..?
– “Yes, your ass is amazing!”
– “Is there a thing you would like to do..? To my ass..? I’d like to hear that…”
– “Well, there is, but I want to know something about you too you know… I’ve already said a lot…”
– “Just keep on going… what would you want to know..?”
– “Well, what exactly did you think off for the whole evening?”
– “You do get to the point fast; I wondered when you’re going to ask me that…”
– “Well..?”
– “I thought about you, watching me this morning… while you were lying on your chair…”
– “Really..?”
– “Yeah! You are a nice built boy you know? Or, should I say a cat..?”
I almost forgot about the mistake I made while I was trying to make it quiet.
– “It was you, wasn’t it..? I won’t be mad, trust me, I was actually pretty happy about that. Did you see anything you liked on my drier..?”
– “It was… it was me… I couldn’t help myself; these things are stronger than me…”
– “Things like… fetishes..?”
– “Yes…” I answered quietly.
– “Mmmm… this is a thing I like to hear! So, did you find anything..?”
– “Yes, I did, but today’s choice was much better!”
– “Well than, I’m sure you’ll be glad to hear I got them all out because of you…”
– “It came to my mind when I saw your second outfit…”
– “You saw me the first time? I thought you were asleep… God this is embarrassing!”
– “It really shouldn’t be… I mean, I’ve told you what my biggest fetishes are… doesn’t that equal to your outfit exchange..?”
– “Well, I guess it does… so you’ve been watching me the whole time?!”
– “I sure did! I haven’t blinked at all… but, isn’t that what you wanted..?”
– “It was… in deed it was… Now, you’re one step ahead of me…”
– “Ok, what do you want to know next..?”
– “Really?” She asked with a big smile on her face.
– “Sure… shoot! As they say…”
– “Well now… I’d like to know if you’ve done anything dirty except went through my underwear..?”
– “You mean like sniffing them..? No, I’m not into that…”
– “Than what..?” she asked. “Were you a naughty boy in your room after that..? Are you trying to tell me that?”
– “A naughty boy… yes, I’ve been naughty…”
– “What did you do?!”
– “Wow, wow, slowly… isn’t it my turn now..?”
– “Well yeah, it might be…” she laughed with the look of a devil…
– “Was this outfit done for me..?”
– “You read me as a book! All for you! I’ve said already, I was sad of leaving you…”
– “So you like to dress up for a man right..?”
– “Those are two questions so I’m ahead but yes, it is one of my fetishes… but, back to you… right? I have two questions now..?”
– “Ask…”
– “What did you like about me today while I was drying my clothes..?”
– “Well, besides your sexy lingerie being stretched right in front of my eyes… It was your whole body that turned me on… and the way you moved around showing yourself to me…”
– “That’s nice to know! I really put an effort to it!”
– “You’ve said you were a naughty boy after I left… what did you mean by that..?”
– “Ok, this is a hard one… ” I started to talk but I didn’t know how to explain… I didn’t want to be too direct or a filthy mouth… I really didn’t know what to say…
– “Ok!” she said, “I’ve got time to spend so let’s make a game out of this… since we both were playing with each other for the whole time… Truth or dare than..?”
– “Sure, why not!”
– “Since you haven’t really given me an answer, I have a command for you to do! Or, a dare if you like it that way…”
– “Now I’m a little scared about your dare but sure, let’s try it…”
– “I want you… to take off your towel!”
– “Wow! That really is a hard one!”
– “What? You’re hard..?”
– “Well, yeah, since I saw you under that light I am…”
– “Then, remove the towel…” she said gently…
I was in front of a hard decision. But, I went for it. I don’t have a sexy hot milf asking me this kind of stuff that often here so, here we go… I un-wrapped my towel and moved it to the side of me.
– “Nice!” She said when she saw my erect penis at his almost full size. “Now I’m getting even warmer…”
– “Ok, my turn… truth or dare?!”
– “Well, I’d like a dare this time…”
– “Show me your ass…”
– “You want me to show you my ass..?”
– “I definitely do!”
– “How would you like to see it..? Naked or..?”
– “Surprise me!”
– “Hmmm… ok, I’ll try…” she said and she slowly moved her right leg as she uncrossed them. She closed her eyes and tilted her head to her right. She started touching herself at her hips, than she slowly went over her stomach and over her tits until she pulled her fingers through her hair. She grabbed the handles on my chair and lifted her ass off of it. She than started to sway left to right. She took her glass, took a sip and spoke: “Is there any music here..? I’d sure like some music…”
– “Sure there is, my pc is up and running… just press play on my winamp…”
She turned around and moved my chair to the side so I can have a better view. She widened her legs and pushed her ass up to the ceiling and then she leaned to grab my mouse. She pressed play and some sweet sounds came to our environment. I had a compilation of deep, sexy house sounds right there waiting.
– “Nice!” she said. “I love a good rhythm…”
– “I see you doo…” I added, “…by the way your hips are moving…”
She then said nothing. She removed her hands from my desk to her knees.
– “You like my legs, don’t you..?”
She didn’t get an answer to that because her dare still wasn’t done. It looked as if she understood what my silence was for so she slowly raised her hands over her thighs up to her ass. She grabbed both of her ass cheeks and shook them a little. Then she lifted her shirt a little, just so she could grab her tights at their upper edge and still moving in the rhythm, started to take them off. As her tights went down and I started to see her butt crack I realized she wasn’t even wearing a thing under them. At this point I was so horny I could rip her tights with my teeth. She kept on going until she reached the floor. She took one leg out and then the other. She threw them to me as if she wanted me to smell her on that tiny piece of her wardrobe. She then turned around covering her pussy with her left hand, pulled the chair with her right and sat right back to my chair, crossing her legs again and pushing her sexy red shoe to my sight.
– “Ok, It’s my turn now…”
– “It sure is!”
– “Well then, truth or dare..?”
– “I’d like one more dare…”
– “Are you sure?”
– “Stop asking me that and say what you want me to do…”
– “Uh, I like that… anything..?”
– “This is the point of a truth and dare procedure isn’t it..?”
– “It is, you’re right! Well than… show me, what did you do when I went away this evening… “
I’ve spread my legs even more and I grabbed my dick with my hand. I started to stroke it and now her jaw was wide opened.
– “I like what I’m seeing! I like it a lot! What do you want me to do now..? Tell me…”
– “So, there is no question of truth or dare anymore huh? Just a dare..?”
– “Please, tell me… my mind can’t focus on talking right now…” she said as her hand slowly went to her crotch.
– “Ok, than take your top off!”
She said nothing and her hands went to her back to unzip her shirt. She had some problems with that but I didn’t want to help her. I didn’t want to touch her yet. I really enjoyed this game we’re playing. She finally got the zipper to the end and then she slowly removed her shirt. As she thrown her shirt my way too I caught it and took a big breath of her sexy perfume that was on it. I moved her shirt to the side of me and took a glance of her tits. They were in a red mini bikini style bra. Only her nipples were actually covered with maybe two square inches of red cloth.
– “Do you like what you see..?” she asked as she started fondling her nipples that were already erect.
– “I thought only dares were available. No questions… right?”
– “Well, you can please an old lady… can’t you..?”
– “Off course… I mean, I’ll try…”
– “Well then, do you like it..?”
– “I totally do! You are really a sexy lady… can I ask you a question..?”
– “Sure honey, go ahead…”
– “What do you feel like..?”
– “Huh, I feel like a little whore to be true… and I like every bit of it…”
– “Well, then let’s make you feel like that some more… what would you want me to do next my hot little whore..?”
– “Mmmm… I like it when you talk dirty to me… I guess that’s what you made me to become… a filthy little whore… I want you to come closer, I want you to sit right here on this table…”
I had a small coffee table in the middle of my living room. I removed our glasses and the bottles and I sat. I sat right in front of her. Just inches from her crossed legs.
– “You smell so fine…”
– “Is there anything on me that you don’t like..?” she smiled.
– “Well, actually, there is one thing your crossed legs… spread them apart…”
She started doing what I told her without a sound. She slowly removed her legs, than pulled the chair a little closer, spread them and lifted her heels on the table, each leg to another side of me.
– “Is this good? Is this what you meant me to do..?” she asked as she moved her hips to the end of my chair exposing her pussy even more to my sight.
– “Right about that!” I answered as I started licking my lips. My cock was in my hand all the time. I was stroking it up and down and she watcher my every move.
– “My turn now… kiss my leg… please…” she said as she lifted her right leg up to my shoulder. “Kiss it as much as you like it baby…”
I turned my head to the side and started kissing her ankles gently. She released a deep sigh of enjoyment as I started licking them.
– “Do you like me licking your leg madam..? Do you like it..?”
– “Yes I do baby, yes I do… keep going…”
– “I will… but only if you make my next wish come true…”
– “Anything baby, anything you want… your tongue feels so good…”
– “Then show me how good it feels… put your hand on your pussy and touch yourself…”
She really liked every single thing we’ve done by now because she did all of my commands without a question. And while doing them she started breathing more and more heavily. She slipped her left hand between her legs and spread them even wider, pulling the chair even closer to me. She really started rubbing her pussy and obviously forgot about our little game.
– “It’s your turn baby… what’s my next step..?”
– “Oh baby, I need you to do something for me… come a little closer and untie my bikini… It’s really starting to get in the way…”
– “Sure thing!”
As she removed her leg off my shoulder I stood in front of her, still jerking my fully erected cock. I leaned to her stretching my left her to her back. She than leaned too so she could give me a better view of the job I’m doing and her lips were so close to the pulsating head of my cock I could feel her heavy breath on it. I pulled one string of her bikini towards me and I gently started to massage her back. That encouraged her to lean some more an in the next second her lips were pressed to the tip of my cock. I grabbed my cock at the balls and said:
– “Open your mouth please…”
– “With great pleasure!” she said.
The next moment my dick was in her mouth all the way to her throat. She sucked it in almost all the way to my balls. And she wanted even more of it. She removed my cock out of her mouth just to spit at it than went straight back on it. Her right hand found a way to my balls and she started caressing them with pointy, long red fingernails. That almost gave me a heart attack. As she rubbed her clit pretty hard, her pussy started making beautiful scents that gave me another quake as I sniffed the air above it.
– “Oh my! My pussy is dripping wet… I’m going to cum baby… I’m so horny I’m going to cum really hard baby… are you close? Is your big cock ready to come?” she took my dick out of her mouth, left my balls and grabbed my cock. She started stroking it nice and easy.
– “Oh yes! I’m really close… tell me what you want… tell me what does my little whore want now..?”
– “Yes baby, talk dirty to me… Oh yes… cum, I want you to cum into my filthy mouth!”
– “Oh you dirty little whore; you really know how to handle my cock! Put it back to your mouth where it belongs!”
– “I will baby, I will…”
She grabbed my butt with her hand and pulled me close to her so she could pin my dick even deeper to her throat.
– “That’s right baby, that’s just the way a little… kinky… sexy whore like you… should suck on my cock!”
That part was obviously too much for her as she slipped her middle finger inside her pussy and started gagging on my dick. I realized she was about to come so I grabbed the back of her head and started thrusting her mouth.
– “I’m coming Monica… I’m coming… I’m coming deep in your throat!”
I was at the peak of my ecstasy when I saw her back twisting. I knew she was coming and that was the drop that spilled the glass. I grabbed her head with both of my hands and started coming hard… My dick was pulsating so hard I felt her lower teeth grinding against the skin of my balls. As she started chocking I pulled my dick out and another thick gush landed on her all the way from her chin to her small bush of hair.
– “This was amazing baby, just as I imagined… your cock felt so good wherever it touched me…”
– “You imagined this?! When did you think of that you kinky little whore?!”
– “When I was done with my drier… the sight I had of your big hard dick made my little pussy so wet I started dripping on the floor of my house… until…”
– “Until what baby..?”
– “Until I crashed to my bed with a dildo in my hand… I stacked the dildo hard into my pussy and it went inside me without any problem because you made her get so wet… two more thrusts and the sight of your cock made me cum in a matter of seconds…”
– “You dirty little cunt!”
– “Yes, I am, I’m so filthy and dirty but you showed me how I’m supposed to behave tonight honey… you really showed this dirty whore what is her place…”
She looked at me and spoke:
– “Now I’m going to let you go to sleep baby. Tomorrow is a new day for playing some more… filthier games”
She licked my slimy cock one last time, than stood up and kissed my lips… I really felt them for the first time and they were so warm and gentle. She took her purse, than went to my couch, picked up her shirt and went for the door. Without a sound, bare naked, she went out of my apartment in only a pair of heels and that sounded perfect for me. As she came to my window she whispered:
– “Good night baby… see you soon!” and blow a kiss at me.
– “Good night Monica…”
She went away in a matter of seconds. The thought of her running around our house made me realize she must be out of her mind, that’s why she already got caught in the first place. This chick knows what she wants and doesn’t care for the rest of the world. It sounded a little like me. I would do such a thing without a thought. I turned my light off and went for my bed. As soon as I touched the pillow with my head I was sound asleep.
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A detour into Liam’s past with a full sized beauty
Ever since the Best Buy Orgy, all Veronica can think about is the stranger’s cock that gloriously fucked her.
The story of one man trying to please 5 women
This is a continuing story about an older woman with Disabilities
This story is based off of a real person, real relationship, but not 100% true events. Much of it was fantasy.
A young visitor stays over when we are on holidays.
This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Okay, this is my first attempt at writing anything like this so I decided to keep it short. Apologies for any bad spelling or grammar, and I hope you enjoy it.
I lay awake on my bed deep into the Friday night staring at the ceiling. Today had been a hard day for me, I’m a 17-year-old who has always found it hard to fit in at school but today had been particularly bad. Fear of what the following week would bring for me had kept me awake for hours and self-pity had only made it worse. Just before I closed my eyes to finally sleep I whispered futilely
“I wish things could be easier”So be it
Ignoring the whispered response as a feature of exhaustion I closed my eyes and drifted off. I would soon learn that the response had been all too real.
Saturday’s sunlight poured gloriously through the window tearing me from my much needed sleep. Slowly I opened my eyes and hauled myself groggily from my bed. I felt unsteady on my feet and immediately knew that something was weird. Looking down I was shocked to see my view of my feet completely blocked by a pair of large breasts.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” but instead of my own voice as I expected, the voice that formed the words was much more delicate and of a higher pitch.
Thinking that I must still be partially asleep I stumbled out of my room and stood in front of the bathroom mirror. Instead of my own slightly nerdy self peering back I was instead greeted by the eyes of an incredibly attractive 17-year-old girl. She had a pale face with voluptuous lips and brown olive-shaped eyes, her nose sat delicately on her face and her brow (although currently creased with confusion) seemed jovial and light hearted. Smooth black hair cascaded over her dainty shoulders and lay on her large, firm breasts. Her body seemed athletic and her slight waist gave way to rounded hips supported by firm buttocks. Her legs were long and well toned and finished admirably her beautifully proportioned body. My sleep addled eyes finally raised from their caressing of her body and rested once again on her face. Her brow furrowed
slightly as I began to doubt that this had in fact ever been a dream.
An expression of absolute horror and shock weighed down her gorgeous features as I realised what was going on. Somehow instead of residing in the body of a scrawny guy (the body I had grown-up in), I was now in the body of a teenage bombshell. The girl’s eyes flew wide open- I mean my eyes flew wide open- as my hand flew to my crotch. My dick was gone. My one pride and joy had disappeared from my life. Instead there was nothingness. Well not quite nothingness, my fingers found the puckered lips of a teenage pussy. Jumping from horror to joy faster than a roadrunner on steroids my hand dove inside my boxers for a closer feel. Jolts of electricity ran through my body as my fingers brushed the exposed skin. I tore my clothes from my body, revealing the gently toned snow white body underneath. My tits- MY tits- stood firm and round in the cool air, the nipples already standing proud at the centre of the dark areolas that were such a sharp contrast to the pale white sea surrounding them. Tentatively I brought my fingers down to the lips of my pussy and began to gently massage my clit as I caressed my firm breasts with the other hand. My body immediately reacted and my fingers became wet as my juices started to flow, without a moments hesitation I inserted one of my fingers. Fireworks went of in my head and my breath caught in my throat as I began to finger-fuck the tight pussy that I now called my own. Heat spread across my body and I pinched my erect nipple as I became numb with pleasure, my now soaking fingers were working furiously on my pussy and I started to feel a totally new sensation begin to build. Finally in an eruption of juices I reached my orgasm. My entire body bucked with the intensity that I had never felt as a man and I could not prevent a loud moan of pleasure from escaping my lips.
A sharp knocking at the bathroom door tore me back to reality.
“Alex, are you okay in there”
Shit, my sister was home. I currently lived at home with my 19 year-old-sister and my mum who was 39. My dad had left us when I was very young, and recently our family had fallen into hard times as my mum was struggling to support us all. My sister usually works Saturday morning so I had never even considered that she would be home and now I’ve got myself into a totally fucked up situation. How could I even try to explain something that I didn’t even understand myself?
“Alexandra, can you answer me? I’m really starting to get worried. Stop pissing around”
Jesus, she’s going to open the door that I stupidly left unlocked (I’m actually starting to consider that I might deserve landing myself in these situations). What the fuck am I going to do?
Did she just call me Alexandra?I do plan to continue Alex’s story but it depends entirely on feedback from readers. I understand that this is short but I mean it as an experiment before I commit myself to a lengthy story that may not be appreciated.
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“Shouldn’t you get undressed first to do that?” asked Laura, trying to sound innocent.
Rachel and I opened our eyes. I was going to laugh but Rachel looked serious. I felt her taking a deep breath. “If we’re going to do this, let’s just do it,” she whispered to me. Now butterflies invaded my stomach. It was really going to happen. I got up in answer and held out a hand to her. She stood and moved in front of me. As I unzipped her dress, she looked at Laura and began the speech she had probably been rehearsing throughout dinner.
“Laura, we know things didn’t turn out as you expected this weekend. I’m sorry, we’re both sorry. We know you probably came here like us, without much in the way of pajamas because you were planning to be having sex all week. Now,” she took another deep breath before continuing. “It’s time for bed. Gary and I are going to sleep naked, and we are going to make love. Feel free to sleep however you want. You can watch us if you want, or turn away. We’re still going to have sex, either way. It won’t bother us if you watch. It won’t bother us if you masturbate in front of us. If watching bothers you, you can take a walk or wait in the bathroom.”
Laura looked shocked at Rachel’s words, but the shock wore off quickly. When I finished unzipping Rachel’s dress, I slid my hands under the material and pushed it off her shoulders. From the back, I noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra, only panties, under the dress. Laura’s look of shock turned to something else when my wife’s dress fell to the floor. I couldn’t figure out what because at that moment Rachel turned around, pressing her soft skin against me, and began undressing me. When a beautiful nearly naked woman starts undressing me, rational thought goes out the window. When it’s my wife, the most beautiful woman in the world, the woman I love more than anything else, all other thoughts fall by the wayside just like her clothes. I ran my hands over her bare back as she unbuttoned my polo shirt. When she grabbed the hem, I lifted my arms to allow her to remove the shirt. Tossing it aside, her eyes met mine with a grin as she sank to her knees. She deftly unbuckled my belt and undid my pants. She sensually slid her hands inside the sides of my pants, over my briefs, as she pushed my pants down. One of her hands slid around to the front to pass over my growing erection as the other pushed my pants to my ankles. I tried stepping out of them but they were caught on my feet.
Rachel realized my difficulty and left my hardon to use both hands to get me out of my pants. When she did, she grabbed me by the cheeks of my ass and pressed her face to my dick, kissing me through the cloth. I throbbed. It was then I remembered we had an audience. I looked up, away from Rachel’s face, to see Laura caressing one breast through her shirt. She had been intently watching what Rachel was doing so she didn’t notice I was now watching her.
Laura moved her other hand over her crotch and slid it back and forth, up and down her slit. I was doubly assaulted – by Rachel’s mouth trying to reach my dick through my underwear and by the sight of Laura playing with herself. My mind cleared when I felt Rachel’s fingers inside the waistband of the only piece of clothes I was still wearing. She was pulling down my underwear. The moment of truth – I was about to be completely naked in front of Laura. With scarcely a moment to think about it, I felt Rachel finish undressing me. My erection sprang free, announcing its presence to the world as it stuck out like a flagpole. Laura’s eyes widened a little. I saw her tongue stick out just a little and lick her lips. Her nipples were just barely noticeable beneath her soft cotton shirt and I could see her breathing had deepened.
Rachel licked the tip of my dick, tasting the precum gathering there. The touch of her tongue to my erection was like an electric current. I let out a moan, a moan that was echoed involuntarily by Laura. The silence now broken, Laura spoke softly.
“Is it good?” she asked.
“Oh, yesss,” Rachel answered, a strand of precum that had joined her lips to my cock breaking free as she moved her mouth to speak. She leaned forward, taking my shaft into her mouth. I had watched Rachel giving me a blowjob countless times. I was at that moment more interested in watching what Laura was doing. She was actively groping one of her breasts now. The other hand had been rubbing harder and harder against her pussy. Now she slid it under the waistband and into her pants, without even undoing the waistband. I couldn’t tell if her hand was inside or outside of her panties, but the expression on her face told me her fingers were rubbing her lips. At first I was shocked that Laura was touching herself in front of me. Then I realized that I was standing naked in front of her, getting a blowjob.
Rachel released my dick with a final kiss and stood. She looked at me but I was still in such a daze that it took me a moment to realize what she wanted.
“Oh, yeah,” I smiled, sinking to my knees. I found myself facing her pussy, the panties starting to show a wet spot between her legs. She was so beautiful, wearing only that one garment. I kissed her slit through her panties, inhaling the fragrance of her juices. Laura now all but forgotten, I turned my attention to the woman in front of me, the love of my life. I wanted nothing else at that moment other than to give her pleasure. With my lips still pressed against her pussy, I pulled her panties down. The elastic waistband moved across my lips like a rubber band, leaving my lips pressed against her dark brown bush. I could feel the texture of the fine curly hairs and I could smell her wetness. I tentatively pressed my tongue into her slit, parting her lips, as my hands finished pushing her skimpy panties down her legs. I felt her step out of them as I started licking up between her lips. She was wet, really wet. I wasn’t sure if it was because she wanted to be fucked so badly or because Laura was watching, but she really wanted it. I used my fingers now to part her lips fully so my tongue could push into her hole. The smell and taste of her juices was overwhelming. My thought at that point was that the juices flowing out of her were her gift to me, her love for me pouring out into my mouth.
I felt Rachel’s hands on my head. They weren’t pressing me harder against her. They were pulling up on me. I looked up, still feeling the curly hair against my face, and she breathily said, “I need you to fuck me. Now.” Her words were insistent and I certainly wasn’t going to deny her that pleasure. Or me.
I stood, but she was already moving onto the bed as I was standing. She slid backwards onto the bed until her head was on the pillow. She spread her legs for me as I crawled into position on top of her. Her hand was between her legs, guiding my dick to the place it knew so well. I moved lower, onto her body, as I felt my dick insert into her warm, moist channel. Our bodies were coming together at a point where they fit so perfectly. At this point, I didn’t care if we were being watched. There was only Rachel and I, joining together as one in this ultimate expression of love. The feeling of being next to her, inside her, as close as we could become, was the nicest thing in the world. This wasn’t having sex. This was making love. I looked into Rachel’s eyes, seeing my passion mirrored there. When a motion caught my eye, I looked over and saw something I was unprepared for.
Laura’s clothes were in a pile on the floor and she was leaning against the frame of the bathroom door. Her legs were spread a little and one hand was between her legs; the other hand held something I couldn’t see. I was seeing her naked for the first time. I loved Rachel, but I lusted for Laura. I can’t deny that. She was young, trim and blonde. She was very cute. She wasn’t someone I was in love with, but it was fun to look at her. She saw me watching her and smiled. She moved to the bed and settled into a spot right next to us. She put a pillow against the headboard with her left hand, then leaned back against it and spread her legs. At that moment I could finally see what she had been carrying in her right hand – the dildo I had found earlier in the bed. She was going to use it while she watched us. I was surprised, but curious. I had never even seen one before that day. Now I was going to watch a woman use one. Laura positioned it at her opening.
“Don’t you need some lubricant with that?” Rachel asked. She had apparently been watching Laura as well.
Laura smiled and turned slowly to regard us. “That’s not a problem. Watching you has made me wet enough.” She turned back to her pussy, pressing the plastic head against her lips and moved it around a little, wetting the tip. She reached down to a red knob at the base and twisted it. The dildo, or should I say the vibrator, began buzzing. As she pushed it up into her, her head lay back onto the pillow. She didn’t lift her head, but instead turned her head to look at us. It appeared that she was having as much fun as we were. Her hips began thrusting up, at about the same pace as ours. I could see that the dildo was glistening with her juices as it came out, before plunging back in. I was fascinated with watching the lifelike shaft penetrate her blonde-haired lips.
I felt Rachel’s hands caressing my ass and knew I should pay more attention to the woman I was making love to at the moment. She was smiling when I turned and focused on her.
“I thought you might have forgotten about me,” she said pleasantly.
“Not a chance. I was just looking. I know who I’m supposed to be inside of.”
“Good, don’t forget it.”
In answer, I began thrusting more vigorously, causing her to grunt on the in strokes. I wanted to last a long time, to really impress Laura with my stamina. Alas, it wasn’t to be. I could have handled the feeling of Rachel’s pussy around my dick. I could have even handled the sounds she was making in response to my dick. What I couldn’t take was having Laura there. The buzzing of her vibrator kept reminding me we were not alone. The novelty of being watched had a definite effect on me. Whenever I looked her way, I saw Laura’s blue eyes watching me intently. On top of that, she had such a sweet way of moaning as her own orgasm approached. And, I have to admit, a few thoughts of sexual contact with Laura did creep into my mind. As much as I love Rachel, I couldn’t keep thoughts of Laura away. All of this was just too much. Far sooner that I had hoped, I felt my dick throbbing. I was approaching the point of no return. I was planning to slow down my thrusting, maybe even change position for a while. Then, Laura gave a great moan. Rachel and I both looked her way. I saw her shove the vibrator deep inside her pussy and hold it there with her right hand while her left was a blur across her clit. Laura’s orgasm triggered mine and I was helpless to stop it. All I could do was thrust as deeply into Rachel as I could, and squirt. I reached underneath her and dug my fingernails into her ass cheeks as I came harder than I had in a long time. Maybe it was Laura being there. Maybe it was knowing Laura was cumming at the same time. Maybe it was watching Laura using her dildo. Whatever it was, it was good – for me. Rachel loves feeling me cum inside her, but it was too soon for her to cum. I was spent but she wasn’t quite there yet.
“Aww,” she said in desperation when she felt my spurts. She knew I was done. “I didn’t get to cum,” she continued, realizing she was the only one in the room who had been denied an orgasm. I was lying on top of her, our faces inches apart. We were both panting and I could feel the incredible wetness of her pussy surrounding my softening cock. At that moment, I longed for her to cum. I would do anything to make her feel what I had just enjoyed, what Laura and I had just enjoyed. Rachel looked at me. Maybe there was a twinkle in her eye, or it was the pleading in her voice, or maybe the guilt I felt for taking so much enjoyment from her body and not giving her as much. “Gary, please eat me.”
Ordinarily, I love to go down on Rachel. I love eating pussy. I love the taste, the smell, the sight of her pussy. I love looking up from between her legs and seeing the orgasm wash across her face as she plays with her tits. But now, with her pussy full of my sperm, I wasn’t so sure. What would it taste like? She had tasted my dick before, right after it came out of her pussy. She had to be tasting her own juices. Now she was asking me to taste my sperm as it leaked out of her. My wife was asking me to do the same. I should also taste her juices, but the thought of eating sperm was turning me off. Looking at Rachel, I could see the sexual frustration in her eyes. I hated letting her down like that, especially because thoughts of Laura made me cum so fast. There was only one thing I could do – one thing I had to do. I took a deep breath as I pulled my now soft dick out of her and positioned myself in front of her pussy.
I was getting excited again just by being so close to her open cunt. Then I saw the white remains of my ejaculation start to slip out between her lips. It’s mine, I told myself. If I expected her to taste it when she gave me a blowjob, the least I can do is taste a little of it myself. I looked up at her face, seeing anticipation. That did it. I loved my wife more than I feared tasting my own cum. I pressed my face into her wet lips. The scent was definitely her, but there was also a trace of sperm. I almost had to force myself, but I extended my tongue and made contact. I had kissed her a few times after I came in her mouth, after she had swallowed. That taste was here, in her pussy, where my dick had just been. I stopped thinking about sperm and concentrated on pussy. I focused on what I was doing for Rachel and moved my tongue against her most intimate parts. She instantly enjoyed my tongue running over her clit. She wasn’t that far from orgasm, in spite of the pause. I moved my tongue lower, between her slippery lips, to her opening. I could feel a lot of wetness coming out of there. I sucked it into my mouth and swallowed. The taste was definitely sperm, but flavored with her. It wasn’t as bad as I expected. I didn’t gag, and I didn’t choke. It was just a different taste. I knew what I was tasting but I wouldn’t let myself dwell on that. I was thinking about what I was doing for Rachel. I concentrated more on the feel of her pussy than the taste. She was moaning now and moving her hips. I felt pride at what I was doing for her. I was going to give her the orgasm she deserved – the one I had denied her. I slid my hands beneath her ass, tilting her pelvis up slightly. Each time my tongue moved up to her clit, I could look over her bush and see her face. The sight warmed my heart. She was starting to cum, enjoying herself totally. That encouraged me and I moved back lower with even more vigor. I really got into it. I could still detect my own flavor, but I was thinking of what I was doing for her.
Her legs clamped tightly around my head and she lifted her pelvis off the bed as she gave a loud, drawn out, moan. Her hands, which had been fondling her breasts, were now on the back of my head. She was out of control, in the throes of an orgasm – a big one – and she only wanted my mouth to press harder against her pussy. I kept up my ministrations, careful to keep up the stimulation so I could prolong her peak. In time, the hands that had been holding me tightly suddenly pushed me away. She could take no more for now. I moved away from between her legs and got a good look at her face. She was opening her eyes and looking down at me.
“Damn. That was good.” She took a deep breath, and then held her arms out to me. I moved over her and, lying fully on top of her, kissed her. I pressed my tongue into her mouth and she eagerly sucked it in. Then I realized what I must taste like, only she didn’t seem to mind tasting herself in my mouth. When our lips parted, I opened my eyes to see her smiling at me in a thoughtful way.
“You taste a little like sperm,” she said. I blushed at those words. “Don’t be embarrassed. I like it.”
Laura spoke next. I think we had both forgotten she was there. Rachel jumped a little at the sound of Laura’s voice. Laura spoke softly, almost reverently. “That was so awesome. Watching the two of you was hot. When Gary went down on you, after, I got so wet. That was so incredible, seeing him eat you out… after cumming in you.”
All three of us thought over what she had just said. It was definitely something new to all of us.
“Knowing what I must taste like made it all the more exciting,” Rachel added. She was looking at me, lovingly. “You did that for me. I didn’t realize what I was asking at the time. Now that I think about it, that was such an act of total and complete love.”
“Now that I think about it, I can’t believe I did it,” I told her.
“But the gesture was made. You did it because you love her so much. You guys have such a special relationship.” Laura licked her lips and swallowed. “Thanks for letting me watch.”
When I looked over at Laura, I realized how absurd the situation was. The three of us were naked, sharing a bed. Laura was holding her dildo, still wet with her juices. Rachel was lying before me, her legs open and her pussy visibly wet. I could feel how wet my cheeks were. Laura was right. It wasn’t just an act between Rachel and I. Laura had shared in it by being there.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Rachel said. There was not sadness or unhappiness in her voice. Maybe disbelief, but not regret. She gave me a smile, a soft loving smile, then turned and did the same to Laura. “This is so right,” she reassured us both. I could see she was thinking hard about something. The indecision clouded her face. She looked from Laura to me, then her expression changed to resolve. She sat up, moved to her knees between Laura and me, and took my hand in her left. She took Laura’s hand in her right. She looked back and forth to each of us as she spoke.
“This is so right. The three of us sharing this moment. Three friends taking part in such a private moment.” Laura started to speak but Rachel shook her head at her, stopping her. “I want us to share totally. We’re all friends, good friends.” She pulled her hands together now, in the process placing my hand over Laura’s. My palm was sweaty as I felt the skin on the back of Laura’s hand. I had no idea where this was leading, but it didn’t seem bad. Not bad, but not somewhere I had ever been before. “Laura watched us making love and liked it.” Rachel took a deep breath and looked into my eyes as she said, “I want to watch.” Then she turned to look into Laura’s eyes. “I want to see what Gary looks like when he makes love.” She squeezed our hands. “I want to watch the two of you make love to each other.”
Looking past Rachel, I could see the expression of surprise on Laura’s face mirrored my own. In that moment, I felt surprise, concern, fear… and excitement. I admit it. I was horny at the thought of fucking Laura. Still, I loved Rachel dearly and I didn’t want to do anything to injure our marriage, no matter how badly I wanted to do it with Laura. I reached out with my left hand and touched Rachel’s cheek, turning her face to mine.
My heart had started pounding when the realization of what Rachel was saying first hit me. I had to clear my throat before I could speak. “Are you sure about this?” She smiled and nodded slowly. “Really sure? Do you realize what you’re saying? What you’re asking?”
She giggled. “Of course I do. I just asked my husband to make love to my best friend. While I watch.” Hearing her say the words made it seem all the more incredible.
“Are you sure you can handle it? I mean seeing me and Laura, me inside her, cumming inside her?”
Rachel kept smiling sweetly and nodded. Turning, she now addressed Laura. “How do you feel about it?”
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Saphira’s Intentions
Saphira trudged softly through the trees in Ellesmera, her beautiful blue scales glistening in the morning light. She rarely ever walked, usually preferring the sky, but today she just needed to think.
It had been a month since Glaedr had been killed by the evil Murtagh, and she was feeling highly depressed. She knew she had to continue the dragon race, but all of the dragon’s she knew were dead or evil.
Saphira didn’t usually worry about such matters but she knew she had to weigh the options. There was Glaedr, big and strong, but insistent that she wasn’t meant for him. Now that option was no longer available. Also, there was Thorn, ridden by Murtagh, who had once been their friend but had betrayed them all. She couldn’t forgive him for his atrocities. There was Shruikan, Galbatorix’s dark dragon, but he was as pure evil as his owner.
That only left the egg. The last egg held by Galbatorix, which she knew they must rescue. It was their only hope. And even then, she thought sadly, he may not be suitable. She continued to pace through the thick trees, hanging her head.
A few miles away, Eragon was having a difficult time. With a lull in activity since Oromis’ death and the battle with Murtagh, Eragon had lost track of time in Ellesmera. He spent his time training with the elves, who were the only creatures in all of Alegaesia who could match his speed and strength. He had renewed his advances on Arya, a beautiful elf with whom he wished to be with. He could never seem to do it right, however, and kept getting put down by her as a result of his awkwardness. Eragon had no doubt she wished to be with him but her duties prevented them from getting close.
Eragon sparred with a young elf, teaching him new methods of blocking, as he seemed intent on attacking constantly. Eragon admired his enthusiasm, and taught him a little longer than he would have normally. When they were finished, the boy thanked him generously and left in a great mood, pleased to have trained with the great ‘Shadeslayer’. Eragon smiled and walked back to his sky house near the city itself, sheathing Brisingr, his stunning blue sword. Still, nothing was as stunning as his dragon, Saphira, who’s hide glowed like a thousand jewels.
When he arrived he was surprised to see Saphira already there, waiting for him. He looked up at her and smiled, she always brightened his day. It was hard not to have developed such a strong bond after all they had been through in the past year. He saw up on the indent where her shoulder joined her neck and scratched behind her scales playfully.
“It’s good to see you, little one,” Saphira told him, speaking to him through their mental link, which allowed them to communicate thoughts and feelings without physically speaking.
“Likewise,” Eragon replied. Slowly turning around, Eragon climbed onto her back as she took off into the sky, climbing miles into the cool evening air.
He sensed that she was troubled and questioned her about it. After telling him what had been bothering her, Eragon slowly inclined his head.
“I know, Saphira, it’s hard. But don’t lose hope, or we will certainly fail.” Saphira snorted at the comment and shook her head roughly.
“I hear that so much these days, from Arya, Islanzadi, Orik and even you. But how can you know, Eragon? Since I have been alive I have lived through more death than should ever be witnessed by a single being. Even so, I missed the fall of the Riders, the massive onslaught of death and the downfall of civilization. I just don’t think it is fair that I should be the last one to have to suffer because of what some madman did to his own kind and others.” Saphira let loose a small plume of flame in anger and plummeted through the sky, with Eragon clinging to the saddle tightly.
Eragon didn’t know what to say, so he remained silent as she landed at a place that he remembered well. It was the place where Saphira had first advanced on Glaedr, and where she had been rejected. He dismounted from her and looked around, spotting some of the scattered egg fragments from past dragons that had bred here. It was the Stone of Broken Eggs. Saphira stood even with Eragon and surveyed the area. It brought back memories, sad memories, and slowly she began to cry.
It was an amazing sound, rich with sorrow and anguish for what she had lost, and that which she could never have. Eragon had never heard her cry before; he had no idea what to do. He just waited patiently by her side until she began to stop.
“Eragon,” Saphira asked, “what can I do? Tell me, please. I’m not sure I can do this much longer” Eragon reached out and wrapped his arms around her, feeling her pain through his mental link with her.
Eragon looked at her directly, and said in a reassuring tone, “Saphira, I cannot possibly begin to understand what you are feeling right now, so I won’t even try. However, I have to put this to you, so please hear me out.” When Saphira stopped and looked back at him sadly, he continued.
“We are both connected mentally and spiritually. Whatever you feel, I am influenced likewise. It is the same the other way around, you feel what I feel. Do you remember when I was rejected by Arya, the sadness that befell me? In this matter you felt the same, and it hurt greatly. But I pulled through and continued life with your help. Now it is my turn. You must see that if you fall apart on me, then I shall do the same. The world needs us to be strong, for we are the only hope left.” Saphira listened quietly to her rider, slowly nodding her head.
“You will find a mate, I can feel it, and I would face Galbatorix himself to see that through.”
Saphira lowered her head and asked, “You would do all this… for me?” Eragon nodded and waves of gratitude flooded him from her.
Saphira raised her head high and spoke to him, more confident now.
“Thank you, Eragon, I am sorry I have shamed you and the riders like this. I shall be strong now.” Eragon didn’t know how to respond, so he resorted to rubbing her neck scales softly.
She looked at him, a new question arising inside of her.
“Eragon, I have thought about this question for some time.” She paused for a moment, unsure of how to continue.
“When you first touched me, and I left my mark on you we have been mentally and to a high degree, physically connected. I have wondered why for a long time, why the link between dragon and rider isn’t just mental. Why do I feel your emotions so strongly?” Eragon thought about it for a moment before replying.
“Saphira, remember back when Trianna tried to seduce me and you stopped her, you said something about the fact we were ‘intimately linked’? You also admitted you were jealous. Now that I think about it, what were you jealous of? Was it her stealing my company, or was it something else?”
Saphira took almost a minute before she said, “That day… I was just trying to stop you from making a huge mistake.” Eragon looked at her fiercely.
“What mistake, me being with her… or, was it because… I would not be with you?” Saphira looked away at the question, taking a few paces before turning back to look at him.
“Eragon, I… I can’t explain. I just… had a feeling, like I had to stop her.” Eragon shook his head and took her chin in his hands, holding her head to his.
“Do you love me Saphira?” he asked, not allowing her any way of escaping the question.
“Of course, Eragon, how could I not?” Eragon didn’t let it go.
“Is that all?” he asked.
“Eragon… I can’t take this anymore. The answer to my question, it has long since been in front of my face the whole time. The reason… the reason why we are intimately linked, why I chose you as my rider, why I get a thrill every time you ride me through the skies.” She stopped for a moment, and looked at him with piercing sapphire eyes.
“Eragon, my feelings for you… they are not what I believed they were. In all my travels I have sought out the company of another male dragon. But now, I realize, the only one I need is you.” Eragon was confused.
“What are you trying to say?” he asked desperately. Saphira didn’t know how to respond, so she did the first thing that came to mind.
“Eragon,” Saphira said, bringer her head down to his and kissed him. Her mouth pressed against his, a fiery passion beginning to swell in her heart. He was shocked, he broke the kiss and stepped back. Saphira realized she had gone to far and moved her head quickly.
“I’m so sorry,” she said quickly, “I just…”
“Saphira,” Eragon said softly with his mind, “I was just surprised, that’s all. You’ve made me see the light of feelings I have had for a long time.” With that he took her strong jaw with his hand and kissed her back, Saphira melting into his lips as they shared their emotions with each other.
A minute later Saphira stopped and looked deep into his eyes.
“Eragon, I should have said this a long time ago. I love you, and I want you to be my soulmate for the rest of my life.” Eragon stared at her, before putting his arms around her long neck.
“I would be honored, Saphira.” he whispered to her. Saphira smiled and allowed Eragon to climb onto her back. She took off and flew back down towards the forest. They travelled about a mile further away from the city before landing in a hidden patch of forest.
“Where are we, Saphira?” Eragon asked, confused. He was sure he’d never been here before.
“I don’t know, little one,” Saphira replied. Eragon didn’t understand.
Saphira continued, “I just wanted to be away from the rest of the elves at the moment. I’m sure they wouldn’t find what we just did appropriate under the circumstances.”
“What do you mean?” pressed Eragon.
“Well, we just committed to being together forever as mates. Seeing as the elves are trying to rebuild the draconian race I don’t think they’d like it if the last dragon had just given up their last hope.” Eragon was stunned, he hadn’t thought about that. He was also stunned that Saphira had given that much up for him.
A further question nagged his mind.
“Saphira, when you say that we are committed to being together forever as mates, what does that mean? Where do we go from here?” Saphira looked at the ground, choosing her words carefully.
“We would… be like any other couple. We can talk, share each others company, it’s just that we couldn’t…” Her voice trailed off and she looked away from him sadly. Eragon realized what she had avoided saying and it suddenly dawned on him the awkwardness of the situation.
Eragon sat on the ground and looked at his thumbs. Because of their size they could never truly, well, be together, he thought. Or could they. A sudden image flashed through his mind of Saphira standing over him, waiting for something to happen. He laughed, it seemed so absurd. And yet the evidence was there.
Saphira looked at him laughing and asked impatiently, “What?”
“Saphira,” Eragon began carefully, “Why couldn’t we? I have yet to see one reason why not. It is a natural process, why does it have to be within one species. We are both sentient beings, there is nothing stopping us. And, if anything else, it would bring us closer together.” Saphira was amazed by what he was implying. She imagined Eragon lying on top of her, ready to give her her hearts content. Saphira found the image quite pleasing, releasing more feeling she never knew she had.
“Eragon, you speak truths that I cannot deny. However, I must know one thing. After I was feeling down when Glaedr stopped my advances, you said I was the fairest of all dragons, did you truly mean it? Or were you just comforting me?” Eragon replied quickly and definitely.
“Saphira, you are the fairest of all dragons, or anything else in this land for that matter. You are beautiful to me, and I couldn’t imagine being liked with anyone else. Saphira blushed inwardly, she was glad she was blue.
Taking a step towards Eragon, she asked him, “Would you really try, to attempt to be my mate? In all ways, mental and physical?” Eragon nodded, and slipped a hand onto her jaw.
“Would you be willing… to, uh… um…” Saphira’s voice faltered. Eragon had never seen her this embarrassed.
Saphira swallowed her pride and said, “Eragon. I want you to mate with me, to be my parter through love.” Eragon blinked at the gaze she was giving him, never more certain about something in her life.
“Saphira, I would be glad to. It would mean the world to me. But how, I mean, we have a… considerable size difference. I may not be enough for you.” Saphira knew the answer to that.
“I know you may not be as, well, endowed as a dragon, Eragon, but remember that we are linked mentally. You will feel my pleasure and I will feel yours, meaning it will bounce across our link and feel tenfold better than anything even a full grown male dragon could provide.” It was Eragon’s turn to blush, he couldn’t believe he was talking about having sex with a dragon. His dragon.
Eragon was unsure of what to do next, this being his first time with anyone, dragon or otherwise. The whole situation seemed like a dream, he couldn’t believe this was happening. Even Saphira was having a hard time coming to terms with it. Saphira now knew what all her feeling had meant, why it felt like a current was running through her veins every time he touched her. Eragon had also discovered his hidden feelings, and was glad they were finally in the open, and reciprocated.
Saphira was getting excited just from the thought of Eragon getting naked. Eragon slowly stripped his clothes and turned back to Saphira, who marveled at his handsomeness. She also grew wide eyed at his lower region, imagining how good that would feel inside of her. If they made it that far. Eragon walked over to her, Saphira tensed from pure anticipation. He put his hand on her jaw, like always, and Saphira could feel herself getting wet just from that contact.
Eragon lent forward and kissed her, Saphira responding in kind. She opened her mouth a little and licked his face, to which he responded by opening his much smaller mouth. Her tongue slipped inside, rolling over the roof of his mouth and his tongue before the latter entered her mouth, his tongue now treating her. They kissed like this for some while, before Eragon slowly moved his head away.
Saphira looked at him and he blushed, he was so nervous he hadn’t even gotten hard yet. She saw his discomfort and knew she’d have to do something about it. Lowering her head she flicked out her tongue and ran it over his entire package. Eragon shuddered and stepped back a little. Saphira felt sad, she had hoped he would like it.
“Don’t worry, Saphira,” Eragon said softly, “It’s just that I’ve never really felt anything quite like that before. Please continue.” Saphira felt much happier now, glad it was just nerves and not disappointment with her. She brought her head back down and slid her rough tongue over him again. Eragon lent against a tree behind him and spread his legs a little, allowing his dragon easier access.
Saphira continued her ministrations as she rolled her tongue over his balls, eliciting a moan from Eragon. She ran up his shaft and rolled over his head skillfully, now that it was almost erect. Clenching the tree to stop himself thrusting Eragon allowed Saphira to take his whole length, including his jewels, into her mouth. The hot environment inside her mouth made him speechless with pleasure, it was so steamy inside. She played with him on her tongue, rubbing and caressing his cock with her long, hot tongue.
Eragon had never had sex before, and he was really enjoying his first time. He knew there would be more to come, and he didn’t know how it could be better than the treatment he was receiving now. Saphira’s tongue-play was making him light headed, so lost in dreamy bliss as his dragon sucked him off. He wondered what Arya would say if she could see them.
Saphira was bobbing up and down on him now, her head sliding to and fro as she allowed Eragon’s meat to slide on her bumpy tongue. The motions were making him want to push back into her.
Saphira could sense that he wanted it and asked mentally, “Go ahead, Eragon, you can do it.” Eragon grinned, all nervousness gone as he heard his dragon’s beautiful voice fill his head. Reaching forward he grabbed two spikes behind her head and pushed himself deep into her. Saphira took him inside her mouth easily, due to the fact that she was many times bigger than he was. Her head alone was the size of his torso at least.
He pounded his dragon’s face repeatedly, sliding along her tongue for quite a while, allowing her saliva to coat his stiff erection. Saphira was enjoying herself; It wasn’t a challenge to take his length but she loved the close contact with her rider, the feeling of a personal part of him inside of her body and mind. She was in no rush to complete the oral and at any rate wished it would never stop. But she knew he’d have to orgasm sometime.
“Saphira, I think I’m close,” Eragon panted between thrusts. Saphira smiled.
“I want to taste you,” she replied, “Give it to me.” Eragon had no intention of refusing her wishes. With one swift motion she rolled her tongue over his cock, causing him to go over the edge. With a small grunt he thrust into her tongue hard, spurting a few shots of thick, creamy cum into her awaiting throat. She savored it with her tongue, milking him for everything he had.
When he was done, Saphira swallowed his jizz, surprised at how much he had produced considering his size. Eragon could taste his own semen through her feelings and he smiled, glad to have enjoyed such a personal experience with her.
He fell on Saphira’s side, a little tired from his first oral sex. Saphira had other things in mind though, however, she just let him re cooperate.
“Thank you Saphira,” he whispered in her ear. Saphira looked at him lovingly, still very much aroused.
“Eragon, do you think you can continue?” she asked. Eragon looked at her and smiled.
“Anything for you, my sexy dragon,” Eragon replied. Saphira glowed at the compliment. He continued to look at her, and she realized it was a little awkward for him to continue.
She looked at him shyly, she had never exposed herself to anyone. She asked Eragon what to do, seeing as she was quite embarrassed about the whole thing.
“Would you like me to return the favor, Saphira?” Eragon asked sexually. Saphira agreed, and imagined herself standing up while Eragon slowly service her insides. Eragon saw her mental picture and suggested that it looked a little awkward.
Standing up fully he ordered, “Lie down on your back, Saphira.” Saphira looked surprised, but then nodded, realizing it would be the best way. She rolled over heavily and landed with a thud on her back. Eragon climbed up her front leg and over her body until he reached her face, where the pair engaged in french kissing again, a little of Eragon’s juices still on her tongue, which she gave to him happily. Eragon licked his lips and turned around.
He looked down her massive body, searching for something he would never have dreamed of looking for a day ago. He slid over Saphira’s neck, down her soft underbelly, until he reached her tail, where he turned and faced her head. Straddling her tail, he looked down, looking for her private areas. He spotted them about one foot in front of where he was on the tail, at the base of her underbelly. The rock hard scales softened into blue skin, which in turn led to a moist pink opening with many secrets within, which Eragon intended to discover.
He goggled at it, it was as beautiful as the rest of her, and as large. Eragon lent down slowly and realized he could smell a enticing aroma coming from it. He breathed deeply, captivated by her strong scent. He brought his head down to look closer, he had never seen a vagina before. He had heard about sex from his adoptive father, Garrow, but he was surprised to see Saphira’s large opening staring him in the face.
Eragon tentatively reached his finger out and touched her moist lips. Saphira took a deep intake of air as he ran his finger down the outside, slowly, briefly. Saphira closed her eyes as her rider explored her body. Saphira had no experience with sex either, but instinctual experience had guided her.
Eragon was now rubbing the top of her swollen sex, his fingers brushing briefly over her most sensitive area. He continues this for a few more moments before slowly, carefully, sliding a finger into her. Saphira snorted, her chest vibrating, as Eragon pushed into the wet folds. Eragon was surprised; he had thought that Saphira would be strong inside due to her size and strength, but he felt velvety soft ripples slick with dragon juices part easily under his hand.
By this stage Saphira was getting terribly excited. She moved a little under Eragon, unable to contain her pleasure much more. Eragon rubbed her walls slowly, enjoying the heated sensation on his fingertip. Saphira gasped as he slipped another finger in, making her eager for more.
A minute later he stopped, to which she looked up at him lovingly. Eragon stared at her, it was an interesting change for both of them to be in this position. Saphira was not used to being upside down. An interesting thought occurred to Eragon.
“I wonder what you taste like?” Eragon said to himself, but Saphira heard him.
“Help yourself, little one,” she replied, laughing quietly. Eragon lay on his stomach and crawled up to her, until his face was right in front of her opening.
He brought his head down, the overwhelming scent from Saphira making him hungry for her. Saphira bucked a little when his tongue slowly slid across her lips before stopping to suck on her softly. Saphira almost threw him off in her waves of pleasure, so Eragon just held her tightly until she settled down.
“Please continue, Eragon,” she pleaded when she had regained control. Eragon returned to lightly licking her up and down the outside, before he thought about how to proceed. He looked at Saphira. There really was no other way to do this cleanly. Saphira’s vagina was large, and he would have to put his whole face into cleaning her out.
Shelving his dignity, Eragon put his forehead down on her belly and pushed his tongue inside of her. Saphira moaned loudly as Eragon licked her pussy walls. He had to push his nose in a little to reach fully inside of her, she was that large. Holding his breath he buried his tongue deep within her, lapping up her juices greedily. Eragon loved the taste, and she just kept producing more and more. Saphira shook a little as Eragon invaded her snatch with his mouth, sucking and licking her internally. Saphira was lying back, panting softly now as her rider and lover sated her needs.
Spreading her further with his fingers, he was able to taste her deepest regions, enjoying the rich, sweet flavor they provided him. Saphira bucked her hips a little as Eragon finally reached an extremely sensitive zone. With his mouth, tongue and a bit of nose buried inside her, Saphira arched her back and let loose a shattering orgasm.
Dragon juice squirted over Eragon’s tongue and chin and leaked out between his body and her scales. He drank it all eagerly, never having enjoyed a liquid so much in his life. Saphira keep it coming for a while before she slowed down, satisfied by her rider. Eragon finished drinking and lay back, licking his lips. He looked at Saphira and she laughed.
“What’s so funny?” Eragon asked her. She responded by leaning forward and wiping his chin with her claw, which came away soaked. Eragon laughed as well, and allowed her to lick his face clean of her juices. Eragon wrapped his arms around her neck and hugged her fiercely.
“Thank you, Saphira,” he said to her gratefully.
Eragon was finally happy that he had gotten to share his body with his dragon, and best friend. Saphira was just as content, still feeling the effects of the orgasm she had just had. She looked at him with deep, blue eyes and began kissing him again, both of them lost in wild passion for one another. Saphira could taste herself on his tongue.
When they broke apart Eragon lay his head against hers and held her close to him. His thoughts wandered back to the many moments he had shared with Saphira, the conversations, the dangers, the highs and the lows. He smiled as he remembered when Saphira burst through into the chamber where the sorceress Trianna had tried to seduce him. He knew now her reasons, and loved her all the more for it now that he understood. Saphira was watching his thoughts carefully, enjoying the fact that Eragon was as pleased with being with her as she was with him.
Eragon scratched her scales absent-mindedly, looking back down at her underbelly, spying her still-dripping pussy. He slid down slowly Saphira looked to see what he was doing. He took a decent amount of her fluids onto his hands and began to massage them slowly onto his re-hardened cock. By the time he was fully lubricated his cock was throbbing painfully again, waiting for relief. Saphira looked at him, realizing what he wanted to do.
“Saphira,” Eragon said quietly, “Would you do me the great honor of allowing me to take your virginity?”
Surprised and pleased by his up-front request, Saphira replied happily, “Mate me, Dragon Rider.” With a quick nod Eragon re positioned himself so he was lying down on her stomach, straddling his legs over each side of her body. Saphira purred a little in pure joy, and Eragon heard the noise through her massive body. It was music to his ears, to hear her so content, so glad to be with him.
He took his slick member in his hand and rubbed it down her scales ever so slowly, stopping at the top of her awaiting opening. He took the time to tease her, sliding up and down the outside, dragging the shaft along her velvety entrance. He rolled his cock over her continuously, using one of his fingers to rub her sensitive nub.
“Eragon, are going to insist on teasing me all day. I have half a mind to roll over and force you to take me!” Saphira snorted and tossed her head a little.
Eragon smiled and replied, “You wouldn’t, I know, and anyway it looks as though your enjoying it.” He pointed to the fluids easing themselves out of her opening and all over his body. He was slipping on her now, his rubbing becoming easier as his whole stomach was now covered with dragon liquids.
Finally, after many agonizingly pleasurable minutes for both of them, Eragon decided to put his dragon out of her misery. Taking his stiff meat in his hands, he pushed the head into her needy pussy. Saphira lifted her head to look at her rider penetrate her. Eragon didn’t realize how slippery he had become and his hands slipped on her fluids, causing him to fall on his chest and push his cock right in to the hilt instantly.
Saphira let out an ear-splitting roar as Eragon broke her hymen and pushed in deeply. She thrashed for a little while, Eragon holding on for dear life as his dragon writhed under him.
“Eragon,” she moaned when she had settled down, “that was amazing! You feel so good inside of me, little one.” Eragon grinned and felt her muscles contract around his length, squeezing his throbbing length pleasurably. He waited until she was ready while she massaged him inside of her body.
“Easy, Saphira, or I may not last long,” Eragon warned. Saphira stopped herself and allowed him to get a good mounted position.
“Are you ready,” he asked Saphira.
“Take me, Eragon, claim me for yourself.” With a swift movement he pulled out of her and thrust in again, marveling at how large she was inside. He could thrust in fully without much resistance at all. Still, with the pleasure from Saphira bouncing across their mental link it was most likely the best sex anyone had ever had. He entered her at an increased pace, a large plopping sound coming from the sheer amount of fluid he was passing as he took her.
Saphira closed her eyes and allowed her thought to mingle with Eragon’s. She could feel all of his movements as though they were her own, and so could Eragon for hers. He grabbed her tightly as he pushed himself to the limits of his ability, mating her like there would never be another chance.
“There will always be another chance, Eragon,” Saphira mentally reminded him. Eragon smiled at this and pushed harder, pleasure begging to overwrite his mental functions.
Glad that she would always be there for him, Eragon drove himself in hard, her body allowing him to use her as he would. He was so close to his orgasm, and Saphira knew it.
“Eragon, I want to feel your semen inside of me, can you help in this regard?” Eragon picked up the pace, slamming into her, giving it his all. She looked down between her legs to see the shaft of Eragon’s lovely cock appearing and dissapearing into her body. She thought it looked fantastic and wished Eragon would stay there forever.
FInally, after what seemed like an eternity, he pushed back in for a final time. Burying himself inside of her, he released his pent up load. Saphira breathed a small plume of fire as ropes of his creamy spunk coated her insides. Saphira couldn’t take any more and let loose her second, powerful orgasm, her muscles milking his cock for everything he had. Eragon groaned as his thick seed shot deep inside his dragon, entering her body and spreading internally.
Saphira lay back as she rode out her orgasm. Eragon couldn’t believe the strength of her pleasure, communicated to him by their powerful mental link. It was so strong now it felt as though they were one being, not two separate entities. Their love could not have been tighter at that moment, and Eragon knew it would be like this forever.
They lay there for some time, backing in the afterglow of their passionate union. Saphira was content to let Eragon stay inside of her for as long as possible. His erection slowly shrunk and he pulled out with a soft plop, more of their combined cum dripping off the end of his meat. He looked at her and slowly slid off her body, his whole front literally covered with his dragon’s emissions. He wiped himself to no avail, so Saphira rolled back onto her legs and aproached him, licking the last of it off.
Eragon looked at her underbelly, not surprised to see a steady drip coming from under her tail. He had expected that. Saphira lowered her head and Eragon climbed on her back after slipping back into his clothes.
“I love you, Saphira,” Eragon added affectionately.
“And I, you,” the beautiful blue dragon replied seriously, never having been more certain of any fact in her life.
“What do we do from here?” Eragon asked inquisitively.
“Well, I’m not sure. We could return to the elves, they would never have to know. We could keep this between us.”
“I think that would be a good idea, not coming out about it.”
“We may be shunned permanently, Eragon, so I agree it’s for the best.”
“So Saphira, how did you think I measured up to a dragon?” Saphira grinned before replying.
“Well, you performed admirably. I couldn’t imagine a better partner.”
“You’re just saying that,” Eragon accused her.
“Look at my thought, you know I speak truly, Dragon Rider.”
Eragon knew, and sighed.
“Will we do this again, Saphira?” he asked softly.
“Every moment we get, Eragon, every moment we get.”
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