She could never be with anyone else as she was with her dear husband. None of her previous lovers – not that there were many – had had the chance of seeing her for the dirty little minx that she was. It was a part buried so deep within her that only Oscar had been able to unlock it. After all, he had the key to her heart. She had surrendered herself to him, just the way he had to her. His loud moans tugged at her heart strings but also made the flame of desire burning within her roar fiercely. Without being touched, Stella knew her pussy was wet enough to almost smoothly take the hard cock she was servicing with devotion. She didn’t want to stop but her concern for him overtook her lust, if only winning by a sliver in that moment. Then again, there were other ways to go about pleasing her darling. She smiled when he conceded, but the moment their lips met she sighed, as a parched traveller had been given water. The way his hands moved down her slender frame made her shiver slightly. Feeling the big warm hands on her petite tits, she pushed her chest into his hands while her own fingers twisted in his hair to kiss him harder. She let him manoeuvre into the position she had intended to pull herself into, and feeling his hard slick length between her ass cheeks she couldn’t help smirking into the kiss. Teasingly she moved her hips to rub up and down on it, while her breasts massaged his chest from the movement. Before she could do it, her handsome darling had himself moved to press the mushroom head of his cock into her seething pussy. “Unnnghhh!” She moaned loud and long, head thrown back in ecstasy, as he impaled her on his length. When her eyes fluttered open and she looked back down into his smoldering hues, with her own aflame with lust, she grinned. “You read my mind… daddy,” she purred, dragging the ‘d’s a little. Rocking her hips, she picked up the bottle of oil and squirted some more on her hands to start lathering up his broad, toned chest.
The feeling of Stella’s slender form pressed to his was always a high for Oscar. But this way – in the sun, in full view of anyone who happened to walk along their private beach, coated in oil and rubbing against one another? It was perfection. And the way he held his thick shaft between her ass cheeks allowed Stella to do what she was best at – grinding on his cock. Her hips moved and he moaned into the passionate kiss. It wasn’t long before he needed more. Something. Anything. Angling his cock up, she soon slid down on the length, and she didn’t stop until he’d sheathed his whole cock in her. “Fucking shit… ahh…” Her crying out was so erotic. Oscar took one of her tits into his mouth as she started to bounce up and down, sucking on her hardened nipple. He slurped loudly, tongue massaging a circle around her aerola and flicking the tip with his own hardened point. Hands stayed on her ass, her gorgeous ass, gripping and pulling it wide apart as she started to bounce up and down on him faster. “This is the very best way to protect me from unburn, so than you love…” he panted, voice low and lusty. “I’ll be sure and pay you back later…” They had yet to fuck in the hot tub, but there was plenty of time for that after a long fuck on the beach.
If she could change anything about their current situation, Stella wouldn’t want to change a thing. Sure it was dirty and improper, and definitely unbecoming of the people of their stature. But, she loved her husband way too much to care about any of that in that moment. This was her way of expressing how much she loved him, how devoted she was to him, and him only. It was her way of saying that she trusted him enough that she’d be vulnerable for him because she knew he wouldn’t let any harm come to her or her dignity and reputation. The feeling of his thumb in her tight hole, the rest of his palm kneading her toned flesh, while he plunged in and out of her was driving her closer to the promised release. Their breathing coming out laboured against each other’s lips, Stella rocked her hips in tandem with his thrusts, muffling her moans while trying to draw moans out of him. “Ungh daddy! You wanted to look for a dark corner anyway,” she teased him as quietly as she could under the circumstances, her breath fanning his face as their lips rubbed due to the way their bodies moved. Her pussy was throbbing around him, she was seconds away from going over the edge, mewling softly in need. “Oh yes, daddy,” she breathed, looking up into his eyes with love and lust warring with fiery intensity, when he wrapped his hand around her slender neck with such authority that made her shiver in delight. “Fill me up with your hot load, daddy. I’m yours,” her voice cracked into a whimper at the last words as she came, cunt clenching hard around his thick, long cock. She shuddered against him, fingers tightening his hair while her eyes fluttered shut and she bit down hard on her bottom lip to keep from screaming in ecstasy.
“I did,” admitted Oscar. He couldn’t help it – the beauty and allure of his wife was too much for him to resist. And punishing her was obviously the best thing ever. His punishments generally ended like this, something more to a reward for both the lovers. He continued to slam deep into Stella over and over, moaning softly himself as he fucked her, holding her tight. “Oh you want that load, bad, don’t you? Want Daddy to breed you?” he hissed in her ear. He could feel how her sex gripped his cock harder that she was close. She wrapped herself in reverse around him and held on as her tiny form shook and clenched. “Fuck…” hissed Oscar, teeth biting hard into her neck. His own moan of ecstasy was muffled by her supple flesh as Oscar’s muscular body tensed up and he came hard. One deep thrust and he exploded in Stella’s core, flooding her sex with his hot cum. “Mmm,” he moaned. More and more of his potent cream was pumped deep into her core. “Fucking my cum right into you, ooh…” he whispered in her ear, gripping Stella tight and firm as he emptied himself completely inside her. “Shit.” He gripped her throat and made Stella look up and back to him. How he loved that ‘fucked out’ look on her face. Oscar kissed his wife deeply, moaning softly into her mouth. “I think I’ll take you home and fill your other two holes… and then repeat all of them, over and over…” promised the older man, holding her tight and affectionately caressing her cheek.
Bryn tilted her head a little when her brother mentioned the swimsuit. She looked down and blushed before playfully splashing water at him. Beads of dark water clung to her skin. Bright eyes flashed at Tom playfully as she steps forward. “Ew, don’t be disgusting!” Her tone was teasing but she pressed closer to her brother. “I wear it at the pool sometimes, but all the guys just stare. No one is confident enough to make a move.” Bryn sighed and closed her eyes, moving so she floated on her back in the water, now showing off her entire form.
He covered his face, laughing as she got closer. Her tits were huge and her nipples hard thanks to the cold water. “Hey that’s not a good idea. Those assholes might take advantage of you. I don’t like that,” he said, a little jealousy in his voice. As she turned and floated on her back, he took her shoulders and steered her around so her feet were pointed away and her head was pointed to him. “They’d get all sorts of idea.” Admiring her mountainous breasts, he reached his hands down and under the thin top, teasing her nipples between his fingers.
“Oh I highly doubt that you talking about your college studies would be boring to me,” Madeline let out a soft chuckle watching as his eyes shifted down her body. “Well my door is always open to you, just let me know when you’d be coming over of course,” she responded picking her bag up hooking it over her arm as he stepped closer to her. “That’d be perfect,” she smiled turning towards the direction he was guiding her to walking along with him.
He walked her down to the pool house, unlocking the door and letting her go in first, the closed the door behind him. “Thanks. I’d hate to walk in with you and your boyfriend in the middle of anything,” he chuckled. leaning back against the door. “Yeah, I’m definitely an adult now, so that means you can talk to me about ‘adult’ things too,” he promised with a laugh. Nick tilted his head and gazed at her. “You’re still so beautiful.”
Bryn grinned as she stood above the pool in her tiny bikini. Large breasts and a rounded ass were outlined in the bathing suit. “Hey big brother!” She laughed and set her towels down. “Yeah, I figured I might as well come down and meet you here. A night swim seemed fun.” She added. Bryn set her towel down on the chair and dove in. As she resurfaced, her top piece had slipped up slightly, revealing the curve of her breasts.
Tom pursed his lips in the water, looking at his ‘little’ sister about to bust out of her top as she crested the water. “That’s pretty cool,” he admitted with a nod. “I love this time of night. It’s quiet, you’re pretty much alone and no one bothers you.” He put his arms out on either side of him, leaning back against the wall of the pool. “That suit though, sis… it’s like you shouldn’t have one on at all,” he laughed. “Don’t tell me you wear that around other people?”
“Ooooh, fancy meeting you here.” She teased. “There’s the man I missed.” She grabbed her purse and keys, “I’m ready when you are.”
Steve rubbed the back of his neck, shaking his head slightly. “Sorry… feels a little weird,” he confessed, but turned and held the door open for her, determined that they were going to have a good time.
A whole hell of a lot more things were bound to change for them now. Little Miss Savannah Landry was now Savannah Vaughan, however giving up her surname seemed minute compared to Brook uprooting his life and moving to New Orleans for her. He was the third guy Savannah ever brought to meet her family, but he was the only one who respected her promise of abstinence. The girl was utterly lovesick and had no shame admitting to the fact. Hanging onto every word Brook spoke, Savanna pouted her lips at the mention of their untimely demise “So much for lovin’ and protecting me huh?” she chastises playfully. Smiling to herself Van blinks slowly as cherishes his lingering lips on her face. The tone of the conversation shifted and with that so did Savannah’s demeanor. All of three minutes ago she was just glad to be alone talking to Brook and now he’s got her mind racing just because of those seemingly innocent pet names or maybe it was the look in his eye when he called her baby girl. “Is that right?” she all about purrs.
There was a lot of unknowns for her when it came to sex and of course that was the bud of a fair amount of jokes tonight, but this was her reality. Only a handful of her closest girlfriends knew the former pageant queen for as sexually curious as she was. Savannah had desires of her own, but was eager to find out what Brook imagined their sex life to be like. And so the games begun. “Because that would be highly inappropriate" Savannah’s now lifting all those layers of tool & lace that make up her dress and hiking it above her hips. It took some effort however Savannah managed to position herself on her husbands lap so she could straddle him. She feels exposed and rightfully so, but with Brook Savannah knows she’s literally in good hands. She looking up at him through her full eyelashes and starts playing in his coiffed hair. She only takes her eyes off of him to glance over her shoulder towards the front of the limo. There’s some excitement about the situation and she wants her husband to appreciate that; placing Brooks hands on her lower back, she invites him to get a better feel “
——— It’s not like one of us has waited her whole life for this or anything” she whines with a playfulness in her voice.
He let out a laugh as Savannah gave him a hard time about the ‘loving and protecting’ part. “I think you have nothing to worry about,” Brook promised her, winding their fingers apart only to loop them around her waist. She seemed to flush slightly as he called her ‘baby girl’… and he really liked that. “Oh most definitely…” Leaning closer, her husband pressed a soft kiss to that special spot right below her ear. He tasted her flesh and the scent of her perfume she wore for their wedding, his favorite. Brook’s nose ran up the side of her head slowly, inhaling her scent and let his nose brush along the girl’s temple as he cuddled her closer.
Yet it was his wife’s boldness that surprised him – in a very good way – as she moved the crinoline and all her other layers aside and slid up on his lap. He got a wonderful view of her slender tanned legs, encased in lacy thigh highs. How he loved thigh highs on her. She was short, but they accentuated it so well it never failed to turn him on. The sight of her sex, covered by the tiniest of white panties that no doubt showed even more in the back had him loose a breath. Even as his cock started to harden in his tuxedo suit. She looked over his shoulder and moved his hands. He held onto her lower back and this time, didn’t hesitate to put his face right in the center of her cleavage. It smelled of the perfume, too. She was so perfect. His lips puckered and he kissed along her soft breasts. Eyes opened and he looked up into her eyes. “I wouldn’t dare disappoint such a woman,” Brook promised, using his very lips and cheek to nudge her breast up until the edge of her aerola appeared. His tongue flattened out and caressed her breast, sliding down to coat her nipple as well. His other hand moved under the skirt, finding her core and palmed her. “Gorgeous. Going to be a good girl for Daddy?” It was surprising to him how easily he’d slipped into that ‘role’ in talking to the girl.
“I’ve heard great things about that University,” Madeline smiled watching him for a moment before looking around the party before glancing back at him. “Computer Science, that’s amazing. That’s definitely not a subject that I’d understand but would love to hear about,” she nodded slowly as she listened to him as he spoke. “That was one of the reasons, and that I was next door and willing to babysit for little pay,” she teased the younger man, she couldn’t help but smile as he complimented her. “Well, I don’t live far from the University, if you’re in a dorm you can study or whatever you need at my apartment,” she suggested and she had to make some excuses for having to see him again. “I feel like I’m offer dressed now, I haven’t had a chance to change is all,” she paused for a moment before continuing. “Do you mind showing me where I can change?”
Nick gave her a look over once more, and nodded slowly. “I’ll probably bore you right to sleep if I’m honest,” he chuckled slightly, hoping to spare his one time babysitter that pain. But the thought of her sitting him for almost nothing was exceptionally kind, again endearing Madeline to his heart. Then the thought of being in the older woman’s apartment sent a chill of arousal up his spine. He bit his lips, and again nodded. “I would like that, a lot. The dorm rooms I’m sure will be crazy. Somewhere I can go that could be quiet… and had more pleasant company? I’d take that anytime.” He glanced down – admiring her body – and nodded. “You look amazing, but I’m sure you’d rather be more comfortable. Come on, I’ll walk you to the pool house,” he offered, stepping a little closer to her and letting his hand find the small of her back. He’d always relished touching her, like she was that perfect woman who was older and took care of him. Now… now it was something more.
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