Short sex stories

Erotic fiction and short sex stories




Sisterhood of the Travelling Snatch

I don't know if it happens for you like this, but sometimes I just look at someone and know we are going to fuck. Immediately. Not, "I hope we do." Or, "Maybe this will happen." Simply, "Oh, we're going to fuck. Alright." Utter certainty.

It isn't like that very often, but it's happened a few times now, so I'm confident in my assessment. It doesn't hurt that I'm cute, but I'm not a model or anything. I'm not the kind of woman who could pick any man and say, "I think I will fuck him." And get to.

But sometimes I absolutely know.

The time in question was a few years ago and I love thinking about it still. It was when I still lived at home. I had just finished my second year of college and was celebrating my younger Sister's high school graduation with friends and family. My posse of girlfriends were there, my Sister's closest fellow grads, my parents, grandparents, cousins, neighbors and old family friends. It was a fun, informal events, packed with people.

My girlfriends and I were talking in the front room, while most people were in the great room and the kitchen. We college women were pretending we were above all this, but we were playing a Game we had played since junior year.

The four of us had been playing a Game we got from a movie. This Game determined who we slept with, how many lovers at a time, and what we did. It was a simple dice rolling Game that we made up and shaped over the years into our own specific, ever evolving Game.

It always depended on the available men, and where we were at in our personal journeys. We had all played the Game to determine to whom we gave our first blow-job too, and how many boys we gave them to. Mine had been to Marshall William, Chad Torbet and Devon Smyth-Shore.

We rolled to lose our virginity- Richard Dansforth and Mark Herman- and to try any number of sex act that the others claimed to have tried already. It was a sexual competition, and an initiation into the deeper mysteries of sex.

There were enough men at this gathering to make the idea of the Game possible, but since many of them were my relatives, I had been spared from committing to playing. The others were working up their nerve to try and sleep with one of my family members, or guests, in my house, in the middle of the afternoon and it was getting me hot thinking about sneaking off to fuck in my own room.

Sadly there were only boyfriends of my Sister's friends, cousins or gross middle aged neighbors for me to choose from. We still hadn't started sleeping with married men or guys with girlfriends, but that did start later.

Then the doorbell rang.

My Dad used to be a musician, my Mom had been an actress and singer and they had met during a musical theater tour they had done together in the nineties. Now he runs a company my grandma started and my Mom is a Drama Teacher, but they have all these cool friends from back then.

I answered the door and saw my Dad's best friend Callum. I'd known Callum for as long as I could remember. He was a guitarist who toured with all sorts of performers as a go-to player. He wasn't a permanent member of a band, usually, but he made his living playing for solo artists as a tour player or as a session guy on recordings.

To be honest he had always seemed a little square when I was little. I liked him fine but he was weird and loud and laughed at all my Dad's dumb jokes. But the last time I'd seen him a year ago he seemed different, somehow.

Now as I opened the door I almost didn't recognize him. He had lost weight, he looked super fit, he had grown his beard really long and looked like a cool hippy. Except for the fact that he had a lot of grey in his beard, at a glance he looked like he was in his late twenties. He had somehow become a Silver Fox.

When he looked at me I saw him register that I was now a woman. He hugged me, and his tight, firm body pressed along mine and I felt a flush wash over me as I responded with pleasure in his embrace. He hugged me really intimately, but not sexually. He didn't press his cock into me or anything; it was more that he really cared about me as a person, not just an extension of my father.

I knew immediately we were going to fuck.

I played hostess and showed him around. I watched him greet my Dad, and then I even hung around to hear about the latest news. Callum was playing with a young band of his own. They had been using his connections to open for bigger artists and- at least hearing it from him- they were getting a lot of attention.

He seemed really grounded, confident, and sexy. My Mom came over and gushed over him, then my grandmother, who he had worked for as a musician, and I could even see some of my Sister's friends trying to get a look at him. It was as if a celebrity had dropped in.

Over the years I had met so many actors and musicians I suppose I'd forgotten than most people never meet actual artists, and that artists are different. He stood calmly and confidently in the centre of a big group, telling stories and listening closely to other's stories. There was a vibe that he was perfectly comfortable here, even though he looked and dressed like he could be a New York nightclub. Almost everyone else there looked square and suburban next to him.

Finally I went back to the girls who pressed me for information. They had all met him before but not one recognized him. I was glad I hadn't been the only one that had never noticed how hot Callum was. I was sure he hadn't been that cool when I was a teenager, and later, looking at old photos, I saw he wasn't.

By this point two of the ladies had rolled and chosen both who they were going to seduce, and what they were going to do. They knew me, and could tell I wanted to play now, because of Callum so the dice were handed to me.

Courtney spoke to me formally, in the voice we all adopted when challenging the others. "There are three men here you could have, Kyle" (My Sister's odd childhood friend; cute, but probably a virgin.)"Collared Shirt," (Ted, a single teacher from my Mom's school who was there for some reason) "and Callum." They all grinned knowing I wanted him. They wanted him too.

"Tiffany could have five. Those three as well as Josh and Emmet." My cousins.

Rather than try and explain I'm just going to tell you what happened that day and hopefully you can piece the Game together. First Tiff and I rolled the die to see who went first. I rolled a five and she rolled a three. I went first.

Which meant, in this case, I rolled the die after assigning numbers to each guy I could potentially fuck. 1-2 were for Kyle, 3-4 were Ted, and 5-6 were Callum. Once that was established I rolled and... I wouldn't be telling you this story if I hadn't rolled Callum, with a five.

Since it was the middle of the afternoon, and no-one was drinking that much, except us, we all agreed that sex was all that was required of us. We didn't have to pull off anything difficult or particularly risky. Although I might have argued that fucking anyone in my parents' house was difficult. That meant that I didn't have to roll to see how many men I fucked, that was the norm for us now.

I also didn't have to roll to perform any specific sex act the ladies felt I was due to perform, or hadn't tried yet. The latter was getting scarcer, so we'd have to get inventive in the future. But when this story happened I still lived at home and my house was full with people we all had known since we were children. My parents still treated me like a child.

I had stayed at home to go to school because I didn't need to go anywhere; the best music program in the country was in my hometown, and not far from where we lived. But it was beginning to suck trying to have a nightlife.

I hadn't been laid in months, and I knew that was a big factor in my willingness to risk playing the Game in this setting. That, and the huge thrill of seducing a man who thought of me as a little girl.

Once all of us had a target, we set off. The way we worked was both competitive and co-operative. We would be able to use each other in any way necessary to pull off our goal, but we were each trying to be first. That got us the most points.

Oh yeah, we have a running tally of total points scored, and had yearly targets for the title of Champ Tramp. Champ Tramp was Tiffany this year. I hadn't won since senior year because I didn't have my own place. I was falling behind.

I mingled with my Mom for a while, knowing she would go to Callum soon, she always did. She had a crush on him, but I didn't think it was sexual, more that he listened to her with new, interested ears, unlike Dad who did his best, but...

As I hoped, she used bragging about me as an excuse to talk to Callum almost as soon as I joined her. Mom told him about my singing and my grades. I had competed in a band competition at school but didn't win because the rest of the Sisterhood were terrible musicians. I didn't care, it was fun to sing with them, but it was embarrassing to tell Callum about.

As Mom bragged about her little girl, I couldn't get enough of how Callum looked at me. He knew me, had known me my whole life. He had memories of me I didn't even have because I had been too young. I felt young under his gaze. His eyes are blue, but they change colour with his mood, which I'd noticed years ago.

I'd never seen them this dark before, and I realized it was because his pupils were dilated. Once I stopped feeling like an insecure child, I assessed him again and was suddenly sure that he was attracted to me. His entire being was focused on me, and I flushed once again with lust.

I peeled out after a tiny bit of flirting, right under my mother's nose, and I started tidying the debris of the party. This gave me the chance to let his hunter's instinct kick in, please my Mom and become invisible to most of the crowd.

While I was cleaning, I decided to troll for his attention. I wasn't dressed provocatively, but I have a tight, sexy body. I bent from the waist so I could stick out my ass, which looked great in tight jeans.

I caught Callum looking. His eyes glanced up at mine and after just a Moment, I looked away. Did I see him checking me out? Did I mind? He wouldn't be sure.

Then I let some wine from a discarded glass spill on the floor beside him. I put down my handful of stuff and used some paper towel to wipe up the spill. I cleaned and scrubbed vigorously, trying my hardest to flash my tits as he looked down at me.

I was wearing a long sleeved t-shirt, with a knitted vest over it. The t-shirt had a deep V-neck. I rarely wear a bra because my tits are only an A-Cup. I love showing off my boobs, I think they are super cute, perky and sexy. When I thought he's had enough of a show I stopped wiping the floor. I glanced up as I stood and saw his eyes were locked on my chest. Then his eyes met mine again and he smiled.

It may have been a smile of thanks for cleaning, or it could have been a secret smile of awareness. I wasn't sure. I reached out with my empty hand and stroked along the back of his arm, grazing his triceps. His shirt was soft and his flesh firm.

"Do you need anything?"

"No, thank you." How had I never seen how poised he was, how grounded and still? It was like being next to a monk, except he radiated sexual confidence too.

"You're smile is really beautiful." He said. Had he not seen me since I'd gotten my braces off?

"Thanks." We talked a bit about my teeth, and I was delighted in how focused his attention on me was. I realized he had always been like that; I'd just been too uncomfortable with it. Even now I was insecure, it was difficult to be sure if he was flirting or not. I tried to be as sensual as I could as we talked about my mouth, but braces aren't that sexy.

I touched him on the arms at least three other times, getting a sense of how muscular his arms were. He was trim, maybe 5'10 and 175 pounds, and his beard was huge, really thick and long, but amazingly sculpted. It made him look like a Viking warrior, except he was shorter and less muscle bound.

The way he dressed was odd, but cool. He had on tight, fitted jeans that showed his legs were fit and muscular, his socks were funky stripped things that were really popular right then. He had a huge, thick leather belt with a simple but large buckle that looked vaguely piratical.

His shirt was a gorgeous soft materiel. It was simple in design, and lumberjack/long-johns looking thing, but the colour faded from dark blue at the shoulders to a pale blue at the cuffs and hem. He wore a soft ski hat, that slouched on his head and tilted to one side, sort of a gnomes hat, of light tan. It was really cool, and overall he looked like a mountain man rock star, which, I guess he was.

The beard smelled amazing, and suddenly inspired, I grabbed Courtney's arm as she walked by with an empty glass.

"Smell his beard." I said. "It smells amazing."

Courtney gave me a weird look, and then leaned in and pressed her annoyingly sexy body against him as she took a deep sniff. Going in for another smell she absently pressed her hand to his chest to feel his pec. Then she gave up trying to twat-block me, distracted by the amazing smell.

"Wow, this is great."

For his part Callum accepted it humbly, but clearly pleased. With the ice broken, I was now free to do what I'd been dying to do. I also pressed myself to him, using a discrete hand to pinch Courtney on the nipple.

The smell was a mix of spicy, subtle, manly smells. It was some kind of hair oil and the beard itself was far softer than it looked. I really liked the way it tickled my cheek. My tit was pressed to his arm, and I too caressed his pec, enjoying how firm and heavy it felt.

I was on my tiptoes to get my face close to his, and I enjoyed how small and feminine I felt next to him. My nipples tightened palpably, and my pussy was opening. It was so sexy flirting in my own kitchen with my Dad's best friend, while my family filled the room. God I was so bad!

Our behavior attracted attention, so I pulled back and called my Mom over to smell him. There were a few Moments of discussion about the beard oil he used and we ladies gushed over him. The smell was really sexy though. He looked a little scruffy, which I liked, but he smelled better, and more subtly than any guys my age ever did.

My Dad came over and they talked for a bit and I peeled out again. Now I could feel his eyes on me everywhere. I finally had him.

Now what?

My folks made a little speech and cut cake. The afternoon grew mellow, conversation everywhere.. I could see Tiffany getting close with Josh, it wouldn't be long now for them, but I had home court advantage.

Gathering Courtney and Giselle I asked them to cover me as I went upstairs. I waited for Callum to be alone for a Moment and then asked him if he wanted to see my guitar? I left it in my room, the perfect reason to get him up there.

The door to my room opened onto a landing that overlooked the great room and kitchen. I could see right up into my room from where I stood in the kitchen with Callum. I needed the Sisterhood to help me. As I lead him upstairs, the ladies came too, right behind us, obscuring us in a small crowd so it didn't look like a couple going into a room.

I entered my room and Callum followed, and passed me as I shut the door behind him. Courtney and Giselle stayed up there talking for a Moment, then left when attention was properly diverted.

"This is sweet." Callum said of my acoustic. My Dad had helped me pic it out and I figured Callum would approve. He sat on my bed, conveniently, and started to play. His nimble fingers danced along the fretboard and I was genuinely impressed.

Feeling like a teenager, I sat next to him and adored his playing for a bit. Unable to help himself, Callum showed off for a pretty girl. Noodling a complex riff, he sang softly, his voice light and pitch perfect.

When he was done I was actually breathless, my heart swollen with lust and my panties soaked. Watching a confident player sing and play passionately mesmerized me. When he put the guitar down I leaned in and kissed him, actually a little bit in love.

Kissing back, he allowed me to lead and I explored his mouth hungrily, happy to be feeling his beard, lips and tongue. I was panting. Vibrating with nerves and lust. I pulled back, needing to catch my breath.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, his eyes kind and amused.

"Holy fuck. I can't believe how horny I am. What the hell?"

He grinned, embarrassed and pleased. I saw the man he would have been when my parents and he were young. He seemed shy and hopeful, but I saw an inner security that I doubt had been there back then.

"I guess I'm not the only younger woman to throw herself at you, am I?"

"Is that what's happening here?"

"Yes." I whispered, suddenly shy myself.

"I admit to being surprised."

"Oh yeah? How could you not predict the daughter of one of your oldest friends suddenly wanting to fuck you?" we laughed.

"I wish you hadn't reminded me."

"Oh yeah? Isn't that part of the thrill?"

Glancing away, he nodded and smiled, chagrined. It was super cute and made me want him more. I loved knowing he knew it was wrong, but that he wanted it too. I felt powerful, alluring, and dangerous. A Femme Fatal.

Reaching out, I took a hold of his beard and used it to pull him in to my mouth. I kissed him hungrily, amazed at how incredibly charged this Moment was. I was kissing the oldest man I had ever kissed and it was amazing, he was a much better kisser than any of the other boys I'd kissed.

More than that though, the mental part of this, the risk of being caught, the layers of taboo were inciting me. I couldn't wait to show him my body. I wanted a man I had known forever to see me, judge me, and want me, as an affirmation that I was totally a woman now.

As we kissed, his hands shyly began to touch me, on the shoulders at first, then my arms as we grew more and more heated. I wanted him to take me, so I lay back on the bed and lifted my arms over my head. I wanted to look languid and available, I think it worked. Lowering his head to my chest, he pressed himself to my breasts and sighed.

I tried to imagine how he would feel, seducing his best friend's daughter. It might feel as awful as it did good. To distract him, I ran my fingers through his hair and lied.

"I've wanted this for so long. I have thought of you, alone, at night, when you slept over. I hoped you would come to me in the night, but I knew you wouldn't... until I was older."

Callum lifted his face to look into my eyes. I felt more vulnerable when he did that. I felt like he could see right through me. I'd never been this intimate with someone who had been around the block and had probably seen girls like me play these kinds of Games before.

I stopped lying; his focused attention was too present. I felt exposed as I spoke, so I let him see me, and I told the truth.

"I don't know how this happened, but I felt sure when I saw you at the door. I want you. This is the day, our one chance for this experience. Right now. I don't know why I'm so sure of that, but I am."

Compassionate eyes locked on mine and I felt safer than ever before. Emotionally safe. There was no danger from him, just risk in the situation.

As he hesitated, looking inward, I took his hand and placed in on my breast. Sighing at just the warm weight pressing on me, I waited for him to begin to fondle me. When his fingers curled and gripped my mound I mewled a totally unexpected sound of yearning.

The feel of his hand massaging my boob was making my hips squirm as my jealous clit tried to find satisfaction. Then we were kissing passionately again, his mouth devouring mine. It felt different now. He was masterful, confident and the sexiest mix of passionate and gentle.
Using his strong fingers to grope me, he was attentive and teasing at the same time. Teasing me, his fingers pinched my nipple tight, but just shy of painfully. Pressing his hips to my thigh, I felt his cock grow large along my leg, but he held his body above me, showing his core strength as he hovered.

The smell of his beard was powerful and intimate in my nose, the subtle fragrance coaxing me to relax. It felt blissful, laying prone letting Callum fondle my breasts and kiss me deeply. I had lain in that bed thousands of times and dreamed of a man doing this, but had never dared before.

This was exactly why we played the Game.

Callum kissed my lips, my cheeks, my neck and licked and suckled my ears. Everything he did was deliberate, gentle and yet the sexual tension was almost aggressive. I ached for him more than any man I had ever dreamed of.

The restraint, the will power he was showing drove me crazy. I wanted it fast and hard, but loved his patience, his apparent joy in taking his time. Unfortunately there was a house full of people expecting to see me before long.

Reluctantly, I shifted out from under him, and pulled my vest off and then with much more enthusiasm my shirt. I flopped back on the bed, jittery and nervous now that my breasts were bared for him.

My breasts are small, but really perky, round and full for A cups. I love my breasts, and have gotten a great deal of pleasure out of showing them to whomever I can. Somehow this was different. With the boys I'd fucked I knew they were just happy to see boobs, but this was a mature man, who had been around.

My insecurity vanished as he gazed at my tits and smiled, then whispered "Beautiful." To himself.

When he lowered his mouth over my right nipple I felt the heat of his tongue caress my hardened flesh and it was delicious. My entire focus became that nipple as I seemed to lift out of my body. The inner stillness he commanded held me immobile beneath him. I was calm and wound as tight as a spring at the same time.

As he explored my nipple with his soft tongue, he kneaded my other breast with his hand, getting me very hot. Then as soon as I wanted him to lick my other nipple, something I did must have signaled him because he switched to the other nipple right away.

I could tell he was a better lover than any I'd had before. No guy had given my breasts so much attention. They seemed to pass them over on the way to the pussy. But I could tell Callum was settling in for an extended visit.

I spread my legs wide around him as he devoured my breasts. Wriggling around, I positioned my pussy under his thigh so I could hump his leg while he drove me crazy switching from nipple to nipple until I thought I'd scream.

My chest was glowing warm. I felt free and defiantly exposed in a way I never had in my own room before. There was a sharp, illicit edge to my lust that I'd not felt before. This was a place I was naked, not exhibited.

I was keenly aware of my family in the house, only an unlocked door between my father and his best friend ravishing his eldest daughter. I felt like a pervert, but that thought was a powerful incitement to my hunger to be filthier.

I wanted to do sordid things, be totally uninhibited with Callum. I felt sure he wouldn't mind, if he was willing to come this far already. The thing was, he was being very loving and passionate with me. Don't get me wrong it felt great; actually he was listening to my body perfectly. But it didn't seem raunchy enough.

Then he moved his mouth lower, down across my stomach. I flexed, self-consciously, his gentle pressure, and the brush of his beard on my skin almost ticklish. He swept his chin around, caressing me with his hairs, using them the way I had used my own long hair on lovers as I sucked their cocks, as an added pleasure.

I couldn't keep my hips still; I was squirming like I was in heat as he drew closer to the waistband on my jeans. His mouth was a total delight wherever he moved, and it was clear that soon his nimble tongue was going to be on my clit, and I was burning to get my clothes off.

When Cullum's guitarist fingers began to undo my jeans I felt faint with hunger to be bare before him. I have a thing about being naked; it terrifies me and excites me.

I'm happy with my body. I probably don't eat as much as a should for the amount I run around. I don't have a regimen for working out; I just play sports and get out. I ride my bike everywhere. I keep it fun; I'm just not hungry that often at night.

Anyway, sorry, this is what I mean! I'm super proud of how toned and cute I think I am, but admitting that is really hard. I feel I have to justify being petite, like, I want to scream 'I'm not anorexic, I'm just little. I have muscle, you can't get that if you don't eat.'

So there's that.

And also, I get really, really horny when I'm naked with another person. Even in the locker room with women I get turned on. I've never been with a woman, but never say never. Being naked, assuming that people are looking at me, desiring me, makes me get wet.

Having this particular person seeing me naked, in this particular circumstance had me panting with a lewd mania to be witnessed. I was watching everything he did to me, filming it with my eyes, trying to memorize every lurid detail.

Lifting my hips, engaging my abs and flattening my stomach, I gave him permission to pull my jeans off. His longish, brown hair fell over his face, mingling with his greying beard. All I could see as he stripped me was a mass of hair, it could have been anyone.

I loved how his shoulders and arms looked as they flexed under his tight shirt while tugging my pants and panties down over my legs. When my pants were off he held my legs up by his face and I saw his eyes behind his hair take in my smooth lean legs.

Then Callum took hold of my ankles and spread my legs wide apart, as far as his arms would go. I was spread open before him, my glistening pink slit bald and open for him. My vulva and labia are very pale pink, as are my nipples.

I was quivering, holding my legs wide for him, my body aching to be touched. Feeling more naked than I ever had before, I pulled open my pussy lips with the fingers of both hands, and relaxing my inner muscles I opened for him, letting him see as far into me as possible.

I could hardly breathe, the Moment was powerfully charged with sexual tension, my body revealed, ready, vulnerable and eager, while he still wore every scrap of clothing he had come in with. The imbalance was delicious.

Then, after a look at my eyes, checking in, once I nodded my consent, at long last Callum lowered his face to my throbbing juncture. The second his warm mouth glanced across my searing hot flesh I jumped from the tension.

Releasing my pussy to him, I bent my knees and pulled my legs up with my hands. I was still lewdly displayed for him, but in a position I could hold for longer. As he began to lap at my nether lips I juddered and shook as pleasure made me quiver.

The tingling slid of his tongue and lips over my sex had me whimpering and vibrating with delight. It was such a sharp tantalizing feeling having a person's mouth on my genitals, I never get enough of how satisfyingly dirty I think oral sex is.

As my father's best friend sucked and licked my pussy, I thought about how old he was and how perverted I was being, and I began to feel an orgasm building deep in my core. I was a good girl, who lived with her parents, but I liked being a filthy little slut in my own home. I was tainting my childhood bed, and it was the most erotic event of my life.

I curled my fingers in his hair and slid my feet up and down his strong back while his mouth tormented me with bliss. Undulating my spine, I squirmed as I fucked his face wantonly. I shamelessly humped his swirling tongue, taking delight in using his face to make myself cum.

When my climax began, I started to laugh, overwhelmed by what a pervert I was being. It seemed so depraved to be doing this, and that was exactly what made it so exquisite, of course. I could hear my whole family right outside and I laughed and gasped as a man I'd known my entire life had me squirming in orgasmic delight.

Incredible.

Before too long my clit got too sensitive to take his attention anymore and I pushed him away, panting as I tried to catch my breath. I had this series of tiny, uncontrollable tremors as my body fought to stop the pleasure still radiating from my hyper-sensitive clit.

"I've never cum like that before. Holy shit you are good."

He grinned through his damp beard, and even though it was gross, I pulled his face to mine and began to kiss him, tasting myself on his mouth, my nose filled with my own musk soaking his beard. The wet press of it on my chin didn't revolt me, but made me even more grateful to him, and even more aroused.

I needed to taste him now.

I frantically pulled his clothes off, not patient like he had been, but desperate to make him feel as amazingly as I did. A competitive streak in me needed to make him lose control as much as I had.

I took off the tight, long-underwear style shirt he wore, pulling it over his head, revealing his torso. I was thrilled by his body. His muscles were well defined and toned, but he was neither bulky or chiseled. His muscle simply looked like he'd spent a lifetime exercising, and taking care of himself, not just in the gym.

Reaching out I scratched my short fingernails through his ample chest hair. He was hairy, but not the kind of hair that hid his skin, it was not dense, just widely dispersed. He even had a little hair on his shoulders.

I loved the stuff on his chest, it was soft, and silky, and everywhere. I snuggled up close to him, wrapping my legs around his hips as he knelt beside the bed. Indulging in touching his body, I ran my hands all over his muscles, enjoying what I realized was, objectively, the best male body I'd touched in my life.

That was a shock. I'd fucked a couple college athletes before. One was a sprinter so he had no bulk what-so-ever just amazingly toned muscles, but I'd also fucked a football player who was all mass. I didn't like him in bed. His technique sucked, but also he was just too big and clumsy for me.

Every other guy I'd been with had been a mix of soft in one spot, or too bulked up in another spot. Callum was the best mix of lean and strong. His body was like what I always pictured a soldier's being like.

As I contemplated him, Callum continued kneeling beside the bed letting me enjoy his body. I sensed he was pleased, but not surprised by my reaction. I looked in his eyes and saw no smugness, just gleeful indulgence. Clearly he wanted women to enjoy his body, so I did.

I kissed his arms and shoulders while I massaged his lats, and ran my fingernails through the hair on his abs. My body was tingling wherever I wasn't pressed against him, jealous for attention. I pressed my tits to his chest, sighing as his warmth seeped into me.

While I pressed myself to him, and squirmed around, rubbing myself against him, his hands reached up and, lightly, Callum traced his fingers across my back, tormenting me with feather light caresses.

As wonderful as it felt, I needed more, so I slid forward forcing him to make room, and I stood up before him. With a hand behind his head I urged him to stand up too. When he was upright I knelt in front of him, slowly, looking him in the eye.

We both grinned at each other, knowing what the other wanted. Unlike most of my lovers, eager and desperate for my mouth on them, Callum twinkled with his eyes, confident that I wanted him at least as much as he wanted my mouth. His stillness encouraging me to try and drive him crazy and break his calm

Undoing his belt I tried to go slow and tease him, but my hands were shaking, my need was so intense. Suddenly I needed to know what his cock looked and felt and tasted like. As I pulled down his zipper I silently prayed it was as beautiful as the rest of him. His cock-sure attitude telegraphed the message I would not be disappointed.

I pulled down his pants, momentarily revealing bright-green y-fronts that seemed entirely ironic and sexy. But they were soon bunched around his thighs with his jeans, revealing his member.

Of course I saw everything at once, but for the purposes of having to choose in what order to describe things I'm going to work my way out from his body.

His pubic hair was cut short, but not shaved. It was the same light brown of his head, but there were other colors, red, black, blonde and gray. The smell that washed over me was spicy and sexy, the same smell from his beard, but with the added musk of having been in his pants for however long. It was wonderful and I breathed in deeply, aroused even more.

His balls were big, his scrotum full and tight to his body. There wasn't much hair on them, but what was there was the same length as his pubes, so probably trimmed. The skin was pink and mobile, the wrinkles not deep. They looked perfect for sucking to me.

The cock itself was lovely. I mean aesthetically, it was beautiful. The hard shaft was long and thick, the veins visible beneath the soft, smooth skin, with a few prominent ones twisting along the strong shaft.

Callum's knob was slightly larger than the shaft was around, and although pink, it had shades of purple underneath the skin. The spongy tip was exposed, no foreskin left, the scalloped edge of his helmet looked soft and smooth.

I suppose the size matters but I'm terrible at measurements. I noticed later, while I was pressing him up against his own belly as I licked his glans, that the tip of his cock was just below his belly button, which is a long way. The girth was bigger than my wrist, but I'm small. At its widest it was around the thickness of my forearm, so I was a little intimidated about getting it in my pussy, but it wasn't gigantic.

I was very pleased, at any rate. The moment it was out, I began to stroke him and suck the tip. Callum moaned as I began to run my tongue around his knob and slurp it with my lips. It was warmer than my mouth at first, and the skin so much smoother than everywhere else on him.

As my saliva got him wet, he became slippery in my mouth. I loved sliding the ridges of his knob under my lips and tongue. Just to please myself, I ran my mouth back and forth over just his knob for a few moments, thrilled by the bulges and grooves.

Then the physical aspect of this act became infused with the mental. I began to finger my clit as I thought about what I was doing. I'd never sucked a cock in my own home before. That allowed me a greater sense of ownership of this blow-job. I was pleasing myself not him. His pleasure was a by-product of my actions.

A gale of laughter from the party washed over my senses, my Mom and Dad's laughter clear in the tumult. Shivered with lust, I allowed myself to feel like a naughty little girl, sneaking off to her room to be bad.

Moving on my knees, I took Callum's cock deeper in my mouth and pivoted us so I could see myself in my full-length mirror. When I had the angle right, I grinned around the prick in my face.

There I was my, body bare, my fingers delving into my pussy, while I knelt on the carpet, my mouth stretched around a big, juicy cock. Seeing the familiar sites of my room all around me, I masturbated to the image of me blowing my Dad's best friend.

I was getting close to cumming, but I wanted Callum to be the one overwhelmed with lust. I reluctantly pulled my fingers from my tingling button and used both hands to massage Callum's sex. With one hand on his balls, and one stroking his shaft, I worked as much of him with my mouth as I could.

Putting on a show for myself, never having seen myself be a porn star before, I gobbled his knob, wetly sucking him with as much skill as I had mustered in the last few years. The Sisterhood had all shared every secret we could on the art of lovemaking, and so I hoped that I had at least the skill of a woman with four times as much experience.

Callum was gasping and moving his hips rhythmically so I was pretty sure he was enjoying himself. For the next few moments, never taking my eyes off that mirror I fucked Callum's gorgeous cock with my face.

I lapped his balls and suckled them. I ran his knob around my lips and over my cheek. I sucked along the length of him from every angle I could reach, coating him in spit and making sure not an inch was left unexplored.

The longer I sucked, the harder he got, his cock growing thicker and longer, until it was straining and throbbing in my grip. There came a point where I wasn't sure if I wanted him to cum in my mouth yet, or fuck me first.

Callum made the choice for me by pulling away when he was getting too close.

"That feels amazing, but, would you like to fuck?" he asked.

"I was thinking the same thing."

Scrambling up onto the bed I lay sprawled out, my legs wide, my soaking pussy screaming to be filled. I hoped I looked sexy, but I was beyond doing anything but offer myself and reach for him as he drew near.

While Callum settled into position above me, I watched his body move and once more felt a thrill at how fit he was as his muscles moved beneath his skin. Quivering in anticipation, I held myself still as he positioned his knob at my opening. We both gazed down to our sexes, rapt at the sight of the other so close.

Rather than enter me immediately Callum lay his shaft between my lips and began to run his himself along my slit. It felt amazing as my lips were parted and his cock slipped across my clit. Up and down he pressed his shaft along my vulva, and coated himself in my juices, teasing me, and pleasing me at the same time.

Then he pulled back, abruptly, and let his knob part my lips and settle just inside my opening. With his tip poised right at the verge of filling me he once more hesitated, but I was having none of it. I lifted my hips and hungrily accepted the first few inched of him inside my wetness.

I wish I could relive those first few moments of fucking again, but what made it so special was how unlikely it was to begin with. As he delved deeper inside me, Callum leaned down and we kissed greedily as our bodies joined.

I've yet to feel that level of completeness, fulfillment, and honest joy since. As my body accepted his invasion I clung to him, holding onto the only person who existed at that moment. Our mouths danced in perfect rhythm, his tongue everywhere I wanted it as I was filled perfectly by his marvelous cock.

I don't think what I felt was an orgasm, but I flushed and shook and mewled as he stroked in and out a few times. The warmth of his body, the tickle of his beard, the smell of sex and passion had me vibrating on a whole other wavelength. I felt utter bliss.

For an aching, delirious few moments we clung to each other and kissed while he eased himself gently in and out of my soaking grip. I explored his strong back with my hands, urging him to drive deeply into me with my silent caresses.

Then we both heard my Dad walk past us on the way to the bathroom. He called down to the party, standing right outside my door. We froze while he had a conversation with someone below, his best friend wedged balls deep inside his daughter.

That is when my climax started.

I was ashamed even then, but as I write this down, it's worse.

I don't want to think about why the sound of my father's deep voice making some dumb joke I didn't even register triggered an explosion of lust, but it did. Callum was frozen, probably terrified, but I was so full of him that he didn't need to move. As my orgasm started, coming from deep inside, I reached down one hand and began to rub my clit making myself cum harder.
Pulling back, but not moving his hips, Callum gazed down at me while I frigged my little button and juddered with delight underneath him. I peeked at him from between my clenched eyes as he watched me cum, and I felt even more pleasure at his open assessment of my lewd behavior.

Then Callum started fucking me with powerful deep strokes.

My Dad was still outside my unlocked door when Callum stared to fuck me with strong, deliberate plunges of his big cock. It took all my will not to start screaming as my climax tore through me.

If there hadn't been a party going on my Dad could have heard any number of suspicious sounds at that point. The creaking of the bed, the thud of flesh on flesh as Callum slammed into me, my panting, or his grunts of exertion. Any one of those sounds could have exposed what was going on in my childhood bedroom, but my Dad didn't hear.

His voice drifted to the bathroom and then he closed the door loudly.

Callum looked down at me, his face determined and crazed with passion. I loved the look in his eyes. He was going to fuck the shit out of me if it was the last thing he ever did. I was still cumming as I rubbed my clit, and now Callum pounded into me, my pussy throbbing from the power of his thrusts.

Tender, and tingling my clit throbbed, so I stopped rubbing it and clung instead to Callum with both arms and legs. Driving into me, Callum impaled me with his dick and I accepted his onslaught with rapture. The risk of being caught thrilled me, even though logically I had zero interest in having my father see me naked, have his heart broken by my behavior, or lose his best friend.

The delight I was taking in being bad was wholly separate from the reality my behavior threatened. I simply felt this keen, delightful stab of lechery at the idea of being discovered doing something so vulgar and amoral.

I wanted more.

"Wait. I want to change position."

Callum seemed confused, I had probably pulled him back from the brink of orgasm, the way he looked so disoriented. Quickly he shook of his bewilderment and pulled out of me, my pussy weeping to be abandoned.

I rolled over and got onto all fours, presenting my ass to him lecherously. When I was being bad, like now, I preferred doggie style. Something in my brain associated this position with the most debauched, debasing of situations, which in turn made it the most exciting.

I pressed my face to the mattress, and reached back between my own legs and spread open my slippery lips for Callum. It was difficult to peel open my pussy, my lips were soaking wet with my flow of juices. I was streaming cum and I felt wonderfully vulgar displaying my need to him like this.

I felt like all he could see of me was my cunt gaping at him under my ass. I loved that I was reduced to an opening for his cock, a vessel to be filled and plundered. I rarely felt this way, but the Game did this to me and it was powerfully erotic.

When Callum thrust back into me, I climaxed immediately, my fingers once more rubbing my clit as my pussy was stuffed full of glorious cock. With both hands on my hips, Callum slammed into my upturned rump, and the slap of his belly on my ass echoed around my bedroom. This was what I wanted, animalistic fornication. The most base, degenerate sex I could have.

Callum ravished me, his hands groped my ass. Soon he reached around and fondled my tits as he drove aggressively into my tight pussy. I moaned and grunted as he gratified my tender body with delightful punishment.

As much as I had enjoyed the tenderness from earlier, this bestial assault was exactly the fervid, filthy fucking I loved best. I could hardly breath I was climaxing so hard. Each slam of his tool into my depths detonated another powerful orgasm deep inside me.

It seemed like his hands were everywhere, my flesh tender and raw from his strong fingers groping me. Callum even bit me a few times, on the shoulder and back, I found the marks later. When one of his hands clenched in my hair and pulled, I whimpered and arched back toward him, my body pulled up off the bed.

The level of delight I took at his manhandling was overwhelming, I could no longer reach my clit, but my orgasms were total body/ mind now. I was beyond needing my clit rubbed; I was cumming with every cell of my body.

Then Callum shocked me by pulling out of my pulsing pussy. Using the handful of my hair he held, Callum lead me off the bed, back onto my knees on the floor. I saw he was jacking off his glistening cock and I understood.

Letting him guide me, I knelt before him and engulfed his juicy cock in my greedy mouth. Tasting my own cum smeared all over his damp crotch, I lewdly slurped on him. Taking over stroking him, Callum played both hands lightly on my head. When I didn't protest, as some women do, Callum began fucking my face with his throbbing boner.

The heat of him was immense, and I nearly fainted from the relief of having him in my mouth like this. I once more twisted and turned so I could see myself in the mirror. Tussled hair and flushed features met my eager gaze in the mirror.

As I knelt, thighs parted lewdly so I could finger my clit, I watched my depraved reflection suck cock euphorically, my tits pink and finger marked from the rough handling they had just received. I looked like a porn star and loved it.

I lowered my mouth and sucked his balls while stroking his spit-soaked knob. Callum stared down at me, hunched low to get a better view. I felt his balls tighten and pull up into his body. Quickly, I moved my mouth to his knob, expecting him to cum any second.

When his orgasm started I took the first spurt on my tongue, then I opened my mouth. Stroking him with both hands, I aimed his load at my face. I didn't let most guys do that to me back then, but at that moment I wanted to be covered in his cum. If I had more men there I'm sure I would have let them Bukkake me all over. I wanted to be showered in sperm.

Each jet of his spunk splashed across my face making me juddered with pleasure as the scalding squirts painted me shamefully. I couldn't believe how aroused I was from being coated in his jizz, but I was gasping with lust as he doused me.

When no more spurts erupted from him, I slurped his gorgeous dong back into my mouth and sucked him, satisfied that I had gotten all of it. Then, dazed from the aftereffect of what had just happened, I stayed where I was, his cock in my mouth, and I looked long and hard at myself in the mirror.

I loved the view. This cute, toned woman I had become, vulgarly displayed, clearly marked by the outrageous sex she had just had, coated in sperm and high from multiple orgasms. That was a woman, not a little girl.

I giggled at my behavior and took Callum out of my mouth and used his knob to smear his cum around my cheek.

Then sanity returned.

I grabbed my damp panties from the floor and used them to wipe off my face, peering in the mirror making sure I got all of it. Then Callum and I dressed, quickly, and I lit an incense to cover the smell of sex and sperm.

I opened my bedroom window and asked Callum to play guitar. I sat on the floor, brushing my hair, my squishy pussy leaking into my jeans as I tried to calm my breathing.

Callum looked like he had been running, but I thought with his log hair covering the parts of his face that his beard didn't, he could pass for relaxed. Playing a tune I'd never heard, that had a very interesting chord progression Callum went inward with the music. I didn't hear my Dad come out of the bathroom and reach my door.

When he knocked my heart jumped.

"Hey. What going on?" Dad said as he stepped into my room.

Callum stopped playing, looking guilty, I turned to my Dad, looking him right in the eye, my heart pounding in my chest.

"I'm showing Callum my new guitar."

My Dad was a little drunk, I thought, hopefully. He wouldn't notice his best friend's sperm staining my face, or the smell of my pussy juice filing the air, or the sweaty, messy look of both of us.

I don't think he did, because he came in, sat next to Callum and took my guitar. Noodling some chords-my Dad was still a very good player too- he sat where Callum and I had been fucking not two minutes before, and played an old familiar song.

Callum and I sang along, and soon others joined us in my room. A sing-along developed and a dozen people came in and sat around my room. Some couples were conspicuously absent, all my friends and a collection of men who they had targeted were all absent from the jam.

My pussy tingled in my jeans as I sat at Callum's feet, touching him as surreptitiously as I could. I couldn't believe we'd pulled it off. Periodically I licked my lips and tasted the salt of his sperm there still, my face slightly crusty feeling as his load dried on my skin.

My cum-stained panties were on the floor in the corner, a neighbor's foot partially standing on them. It made me cringe to see, but it made me horny too.

Eventually the party began to break up. My Sisters began arriving, one at a time, back from whatever corner of the house they had skulked off to. Most of them soon left quietly. Usually not long after, or just before, one of the male party guests.

Two hours after we had fucked, I pulled Callum down into the basement, into the storage room and I sucked his cock once more.

He begged me to let him return the favor, but I wanted to taste his cum more than anything else. I'd robbed myself of indulging in his taste earlier, for the sake of the danger, but now I wanted to actually taste him.

We kissed for a bit, while my hand fondled his cock and his hands groped my tits. It was great to feel his hands on me, to taste his mouth, which was fresh from gum, and smell that wonderful beard.

When he started to rub my purring pussy through my jeans I almost let myself get distracted. Resisting temptation, I focused on my goal and dropped to my knees out of reach of his distracting hands.

The sight of his cock, when I had his clothes out of the way, made my chest feel heavy as my heart grew too big for its cage of ribs. I felt joy to once more behold the instrument of so much bliss. Reverently, I took him in my hands and lowered my lips to kiss his perfect tip.

With love in my heart, I proceeded to worship the best example of manhood I had yet to witness. The utter gratitude I had for this magnificent specimen spilled out of me as ecstatic caresses of my mouth. I sucked his cock, desperate to bring a fraction of the pleasure to him that he had given me earlier.

Callum stroked my face tenderly as I engulfed him. I returned his gaze for long Moments while blowing him, his eyes dreamy and gleaming with bliss. It warmed my heart knowing he enjoyed my attention.

Footsteps overhead reminded me the house was not yet empty, which incited me to greater delight in my depravity. Slurping away on his hardness, I used every skill I'd ever learned about sucking cock to perform the most attentive blow-job I could.

I was happy to stay here with my mouth full of juicy cock all day, but Callum could only hold off cumming for so long.

Too soon I felt his cock grow harder and hotter. I began to focus my attentions on his tip, and Callum started gripping my skull, fucking my mouth while I massaged his balls. Lashing his knob with my tongue, I urged him to orgasm.

In a room filled with the debris of my youth; the Christmas ornaments, Games and sporting equipment of my family, Callum filled my mouth with his seed and I gulped it down like a greedy brat. Thrilled with my perverted behavior, I proudly swallowed the jizm of my father's best friend.

The slide of his thick load trickled down my throat while I swirled my semen soaked tongue all around his pulsing knob. Callum twitched from head to toe as he squirted his cum into my face. His open eyes mesmerized my face as he exploded over my tongue.

And then... it was over. I had swallowed all he could give me. Forced to be satisfied with that, I let his cock fall from my mouth. I smiled up at him while licking my lips, letting him see how happy I was. I savored the taste of his sperm, the chemical tang of jizz powerful in my mouth.

I was usually very good at disengaging after sex. I was a love 'em and leave 'em kind of gal, but I had to ask him to go now. I smiled and giggled about not wanting to be caught alone together again, but really I wanted to be alone to consider the sense of difference I suddenly felt.

Once Callum was gone, I felt tears well. I sat with my back to the shelf of board Games Callum had leaned against Moments before, and I indulged myself in a little cry. I wasn't sad, at all, I was overjoyed. I had finally pushed through some kind of mental barrier. I was fully an adult now, I was certain of that.

I knew I still had life lessons, and would probably feel more adult later, but at that Moment I didn't feel like I was trying to fake adultness, I just was an adult. I had a sense of stillness inside, a confidence that I didn't need to care about anyone else's ideas of what a grown-up was. I was grown-up because I was a fully sexual being who found and took pleasure where and when she wanted. That was what being an adult was, and I had just done that more definitively than ever before.

Now it was time to take this new adulthood out for a spin.

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Mar 31, 2018 in blowjob

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