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Still in my towel, I collapsed on Greg’s bed. “I’ll just lay here for a few minutes”, I thought. That was the last thing I remember before hearing Greg’s voice in the distance.
“Cameron? Cam? Cam, honey, wake up.”
I opened my eyes to see Greg standing over me and I bolted upright. Shit.
Greg’s eyes dropped as I felt my towel fall open. Oh, god. I’d completely forgotten I was still wearing that. He immediately averted his gaze, blushing at what he’d seen.
“Uhm…” he stammered.
“Oh, geeze, I’m sorry.” I jumped up off the bed hugging my towel tightly to my body as I stood. Greg seemed frozen there in front of me.
“I, uh, the air conditioner is out in my room. I came here to cool down and I must’ve dozed off.”
But Greg didn’t say anything. He just stood there, the shock of seeing me naked still written on his face. I watched him for a second and allowed my eyes to wander the length of his body, taking him all in again. He still looked as good at the end of the day as he had when we got on the plane. Damn. When I reached his belt, I noticed the same swelling down below as I had that day at his pool. It was the perfect opportunity to make my move. I let go of my towel and let it drop to the floor.
“Cam? What are you…?”
I didn’t let him finish. I stood on my tiptoes and covered his mouth with mine, hungrily searching for his tongue. His response was slightly delayed, but it didn’t take long for him to recover. He grabbed my waist, pulling me into the kiss, his tongue pushing into my mouth in response. He moaned and I felt him grow harder against my belly. He brought his hands around to my taut ass, grabbing on hard with both hands, melding me into him. He pushed away long enough to catch his breath.
“Cam, oh god, honey.”
“I want you so much. Please, Greg, fuck me tonight. Take me here. Now.”
He growled as he came down on my mouth again, more forcefully this time, sliding his hands up my tiny waist, cupping my tits in his large hands. The feel of his hands on my skin sent shockwaves throughout my body and I felt the bubbling sensations start low in my navel once again. Jesus. The effect this man had on me was mind-blowing. My pussy started throbbing when I felt his hand move to my mound. I stepped back to unbutton his shirt, roving my hands over his smooth, muscular chest as I pushed it down around his waist. I worked my tongue along the crook of his neck and inched downward until I reached the top of his pants. Dropping to my knees, I pulled his belt off and looked up into his eyes. They sparked like an electrical storm as he looked back at me with raw lust. I popped the button open on his slacks and his cock sprang free, thick and begging to be sucked, and I grabbed onto his shaft, pulling the head towards my mouth. I ran my tongue over the tip first, tasting the salty moisture drip from the end onto my lips. I heard him draw in his breath when I put the head into my mouth and swirled my tongue around inside. Slowly I worked his length further in until I felt it tickle the back of my throat. I loved feeling his thick meat pulsing inside my mouth. I pulled back and pushed down on him over and over, bringing the head further back into my throat with each stroke. I cupped his balls with one hand, massaging gently as I took him deeper inside my mouth. Greg grabbed the back of my head and I heard him make a strangled noise his hot cum sprayed the back of my throat. I swallowed greedily, taking in every drop I could with each burst, loving the tangy taste of his sperm as it went down.
Greg pulled back and collapsed onto the bed, fighting to even his breath.
“Oh my god, Cam. Dear, sweet Jesus. That was fucking incredible.”
I lay down on the bed beside him, smiling in satisfaction at the amazed look on his face. His eyes deepened as he worked them over the length of my body, coming back to meet my eyes, sending tingles throughout my middle.
“I think it’s time to give you a nice little gift of your own in exchange.”
With that he rolled over on top of me and spread kisses over the corners of my deep brown eyes, my turned-up nose, my dimpled chin; taking his time to taste every inch of my skin. He moved downwards until he met my puckered nipples, running his tongue in circles around each one, sucking on the ends of the deep, pink peaks and sending jolts of electricity up my spine. His mouth continued its explorations, stopping to tease the ticklish spot inside my belly button. I opened my legs wide in a silent invitation, and he readily obliged. When I felt the heat of his breath on my mound, I almost came unglued right then. Very carefully he licked each side of my cunt, teasing the most sensitive area around my folds. I moaned and lifted my hips, offering him more. He brought his hot mouth down over my clit, flicking his tongue back and forth over the hardened nub until I saw stars.
“Oh, Greg. Mmm. Yes, baby, right there.” I gasped.
His experienced tongue worked magic between my thighs. In and out, around, back and forth. He touched places I didn’t even know existed. My body started to shake and he moved back over my clit, sucking and flicking until I couldn’t take anymore. I cried out, grabbing at his hair, and shoved my cunt against his face. I felt my orgasm come from the ends of my toes, my vision growing dark around me as the juices poured from my insides and down over Greg’s chin. He kept licking, more gently than before, until the boiling intensity of my explosion slowed to a simmer.
He smiled up at me and crawled up to look me in the eyes. I grabbed the back of his neck without saying a word and lapped up every drop of my cum from his chin. Greg groaned with delight and I felt a stirring between his legs.
“Cam, you are so beautiful.”
His cock was soon rock-hard again and he positioned himself against the opening of my slit. I begged him to fuck me. I needed to feel his thick cock stuffing me full at last. He slowly began to push his cock inside of me, but my tiny hole resisted his girth.
Looking down at me with a quizzical expression, he asked, “Are you…?”
“A virgin?” I finished.
Greg nodded slowly.
“Yes," I told him. "Is that okay?”
“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked, lust and concern mingled in his eyes.
“More than anything.”
That was all the permission he needed. Greg slowly and patiently squeezed past the barrier of my tight pussy, letting out a low moan once he was completely in. This was beyond anything I’d ever experienced on my own before, and I let out a little gasp at the feel of having him inside of me. I had never imagined it could feel this good. My insides swelled up around his thick cock, taking hold of his flesh as he filled every part of me.
I felt the need to come bubbling up inside again. The longer I held off, the wetter I became and the harder Greg fucked me. Finally, I couldn’t take the pounding to my clit anymore and I let out a hard gush, screaming out Greg’s name as my cunt squeezed down on his cock, sending more juices flowing out onto the bed.
Greg smiled down at me, his eyes beaming. “Damn, girl. What’s gotten into you?”
“You. You’ve gotten into me. And I don’t ever want you to leave.”
With that, he flipped me over the side of the bed, pulling my ass up into the air towards him with his strong hands. I barely had time to speak another word before I felt his cock stuffing me full from behind. I cried out in ecstasy as each thrust filled my sopping, pulsing tunnel. His hands gripped my ass as he plunged inside my pink folds again and again, his balls smacking against me from the force. I didn’t want him to stop. His dick filled me perfectly, stretching me around him, squeezing his shaft, causing just the right amount of friction. Minutes later Greg’s body stiffened and his breathing became ragged.
“Oh god, Cam. I love your sweet ass. You feel so goddamn good.”
Then he let out a deep growl as he pumped my snatch one last time, overflowing me with his steaming hot cum.
We both fell over onto the bed in exhaustion, curled up next to each other, and fell into a deep sleep.
Several hours later I felt Greg’s fingers lightly stroking my skin. I peeked open my eyes a
nd found him staring at me.
“I can’t believe we did this,” he whispered.
“Are you sorry that I seduced you?”
“Are you crazy? Hell, no! I just never imagined you would do that with someone your dad's age.”
“I don’t care. You are not my dad. You are the sexiest, hottest man I’ve ever laid eyes on, and I stay horny every second I’m around you.”
Greg looked over at me with a sexy grin. “Want to take a shower?”
I laughed. “You bet I do.”
Under the hot steam, we took turns soaping each other down, Greg taking his time to explore all of my most sensitive areas. He was teasing me so much; I thought I was going to come again without having his cock anywhere near me. I’d finally had more than I could stand and turned my back towards him, pressing my hands up against the shower wall.
“I want you to fuck me again. Right here, right now.” I purred, looking back over my shoulder to see his thick shaft swelling as I spoke.
He gave me a sly grin and moved in towards me, rubbing his hands along my slick body, pressing himself up against my back, his hard cock eagerly resting between my ass cheeks. He bent down to kiss my neck, working his hands up around to cup my breasts. I moaned in anticipation.
“Fuck me in my ass.” I stated, ensuring he knew quite well which hole I wanted him in.
I felt his hot breath on my ear as he pushed his cock past my cheeks and pushed through my puckered ass. I let out a gasp, then a moan. He slid gently in and out of my sacred tunnel, the feel of his swollen cock stuffing me full.
I rocked back into him, forcing him to fuck me harder. He brought his hands down to my clit and began rubbing in time to his thrusts. Greg’s cock was growing harder and his breathing quickened, his finger circling faster around my hard nub. The feeling of my orgasm built up fast and before I knew it, my pussy clamped down, sending me reeling through yet another darkened tunnel of bliss. I was still coming when I felt Greg’s cock jolt and spew his hot cum into my ass.
“You…” Greg panted, “are amazing.”
He turned me around and kissed me hard before adding, “Don’t ever let me wake up from this.”
* * *
We fucked every chance we got throughout the weekend, discovering each other’s bodies, setting off fireworks between us after every explosive orgasm. We did our best to act normal around Tory, and I’m pretty sure we pulled it off as she seemed completely oblivious to the sexual tension burning between us while we were around her.
On the flight back home, Greg looked at me, a smile playing on his lips.
“Do you have any regrets about me being the first person you’ve slept with?”
“Are you kidding me?” I laughed. “You are an amazing, incredible lover, and if you’ll have me, I’ll take you any day, any way, for as long as you want. I’ve been fantasizing about this for an entire year.”
He cocked one eyebrow at me and gave me his best I-want-to-fuck-you-now stare. “Is that so? Well, just wait until I get you home, young lady.” With that, he grabbed my hand and placed it on the bulge forming beneath his pants.
“Do you really think you can wait?” I teased, looking back towards the lavatory. “I’m willing to try for the Mile High Club if you’re up for a little gambling.”
Winking, I got up and sashayed my panty-free ass to the back of the plane, Greg following closely behind.
BONUS MATERIAL
Excerpt from Brooklyn Reese's Seducing the Daddy
It was no use. I knew my mind wasn’t going to win against my aching, wet pussy. It had been far too long since I’d felt the warmth and hardness of a man against my skin. The idea of Mitch being the next one to enter me quickened my breathing and had me dripping with desire. I had to release this tension – just this once, and then wash him from my mind, as it were. I traced my fingers lightly down my neck, closing my eyes as I reached the perky mounds on my chest. I imagined Mitch’s large hands cupped over them and that wicked smile playing on his lips as he flicked his tongue over them, forcing my nipples to harden and pucker, daring him to lick, suck and nibble every inch of their pinkness. I moaned with lust and grabbed the showerhead from its resting place and slid down the wall of my fluid sanctuary, taking the hose with me. I felt my clit swell with delight and anticipation of what was coming next. With a flick of my hand, the light, pulsating stream turned into a full-force power jet that beat like a drum against the side of the tile enclosure. I scooted back as far as I could and spread my legs wide, fantasizing about Mitch being there, watching me, and playfully working his expert tongue around my hot, smooth cunt and rock-hard knob. I groaned with pleasure and rammed two fingers in my slick tunnel, working them in and out, feeling the swollen flesh close in around me. I starved for more. My entire body was screaming with the need to be fucked any and every which way possible. I brought the nozzle between my thighs and pointed it inward, holding it just far enough away to pound rhythmically against my clit. Fuck, yeah. Oh, god, this is it. If I can’t have a thick cock stuffed inside me, this is the next best thing. I kept the head on me, allowing myself just enough pleasure to push me to the brink, and then I quickly pulled away, taunting and toying with my hot, saturated mound of flesh. I was hell-bent on making damn sure I wouldn’t topple over the edge until the last possible moment. I kept on like this, again and again, willing my body to cling to the pleasure building inside and take me to a place that I almost couldn’t turn back from. I had my pussy begging for more. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep this up, but I wasn’t ready to let go of my fantasy of Mitch just yet. I alternated between the jets and my fingers, pulsating against me, fucking myself, pushing my buttons. Lost in the moment, I had a sudden image of Mitch shoving his cock into my asshole. It was forbidden territory and still tight in its untouched virginity. Its hotness was right there; ready to be penetrated in much the same way. My middle finger found its way south, slowly teasing the circumference of my puckered opening, adding a whole new level of ecstasy to my insane desire for this man I’d just met. I slipped my finger in, gasping at the new sensation I felt from my touch. I savored every tingling, every stroke, every ounce of passion I was feeling. Mitch was in my head and I couldn’t stop the thinking about how badly I wanted his cock to fill my holes instead. I wanted nothing more than to push him down, straddle him across his desk and fuck him in raw, animal lust over and over until we were both too overcome with exhaustion to go on. The stimulation to my body was in overdrive and the pressure eventually became too much to bear. With one final twist of my wrist, I turned the nozzle towards my clit one last time and cried out as I fumbled through a world of sheer paradise, where Mitch was waiting on the other side, lapping up the wave of juices flowing from my steaming snatch. I shuddered and went limp, reeling from what just transpired. No one had ever gotten inside my head the way he just had, and certainly no one had ever made me this insane with desire. The couple of guys before were just boys. I needed a man. I needed Mitch. When the flesh inside me still throbbed with greediness, I knew this fantasy wasn’t going to end here. I was suddenly determined to turn this into a scorching reality. Mitch was about to find himself strapped with a hot, young, insatiable nymphomaniac before he even knew what hit him.
Excerpt from Brooklyn Reese's Kissing the Pink
I pushed my body away from her just enough to run my fingers down her front and stop at the landing strip shaved neatly on top of her mound. She shoved her pelvis forward, begging me to go further. I grinned beneath her hot breath and swirled my finger around the top of her clit. She let out another groan and pulled away from me, gasping for breath.
"Fuck me, Erin. Please."
I rolled over on top of her, working my tongue slowly down from her mouth to her chest; taking a nipple between my lips and sucking until I felt it harden. I loved feeling her in my mouth. Every part of her tasted like honey. She bucked against me, pleading with me to fill her. I smiled and ignored her requests, moving over to her other nipple,
sucking it until she cried out.
My pussy was soaked, starving for attention of its own, but I was intent on tasting Lauren, needing to put my mouth where Cindy had been just hours earlier. I moved down further and Lauren spread her legs wide in anticipation. Inhaling her musky scent, I licked her innermost thighs until she squirmed with delight. When she rose up to offer herself to me, I grabbed her ass and plunged my tongue deep inside her tunnel, almost having an orgasm from the mental image of doing this to Cindy. I pulled out so I could lick every millimeter of her from the bottom of her hole to the top of her clit, circling around her hardened nub and drinking in the feel of her folds against my mouth. I teased the outer part of her perfect, pink cunt, licking and sucking every part of her tender skin until I felt her getting closer to the edge. Wanting to delay her release a bit longer, I sat up and grabbed her dildo from inside her nightstand. She moaned in frustration and pleaded with me to just finish.
“Not yet. Stay there.” I commanded.
Lauren gasped as I inserted the toy, slowly driving it deeper into the slick folds of her dripping tunnel. I could see her face in the moonlight, brow furrowed, concentrating on the levels of pleasure she felt as I maneuvered the plastic cock in and out of her repeatedly until I knew she was hanging on by a thread. I pulled the dildo out one last time and landed back on her throbbing cunt with my mouth. She arched her back and cried out from the feel of my hot breath on her most sensitive area, exploding around me, juices pouring from her depths onto my tongue. I lapped up every drop sending aftershocks through her body as she collapsed back onto the bed from exhaustion.