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  I tuck my cock back into my underwear and button my pants. Taking a last look at her parents in the kitchen, I ease out of the bushes and set off across the yard.

  5.

  Lanie

  I don’t hear him come in. Everything is drowned out by the pleasure of another orgasm pulsing through me. It’s only when I feel his hand against the back of my thigh that I realize he has seen my signal. With my body still quivering, I open my eyes and raise my head.

  It’s him. It’s really him. After a year, it’s hard to believe that he’s actually in my bedroom. I’ve never been this close to him before. I can see from his eyes that he hasn’t missed a moment, not tonight, nor any other night. His eyes are burning with desire. The pent-up desire of an entire year.

  Silently, he grabs my hand and pulls my fingers from inside of me. Bending down, he runs his tongue up my slit. I gasp and immediately push my forearm against my mouth. He begins to lick me up and down, his tongue warm and wet. He presses it into me, circling it around my clit, pushing back my hood. His hands run up my sides as I drop my legs over his shoulders and dig my heels into his back to pull him forward. His strong hands squeeze my breasts and his thumbs and forefingers close around my nipples. He pinches them and rolls them back and forth, fresh milk burbling out and running down between his fingers.

  “Jack…” I moan, my fingers scrabbling at the bedsheets. He growls and I feel it rumble through me, the vibration pleasant on my clit. He licks me faster, pushing his tongue up and down between my lips, teasing it over my opening .

  “Jack…”

  My pussy tightens around his tongue as he pushes it into me. He darts it in and out of my opening. The sensation is incredible. I can’t believe I’ve waited a year to invite him inside. Why didn’t I open the window sooner?

  My third orgasm of the night is drawn-out and more intense than the first two combined. It begins in my toes, which curl so tight they cramp. The rest of my muscles quickly tighten. My back arches and I begin to breath in short huffs through my nose. I have to bite down hard on my forearm to keep from screaming out. My hips buck against the bed and my thigh’s tighten around Jack’s head. I entwine my fingers in his hair and pull him forward, mashing my pussy against his face. His eyes are fixed on mine. My breasts jiggle in his hands and I began to jerk involuntarily, my muscles spasming in random succession. He groans and darts his tongue faster. Fresh pussy juices roll down my ass cheeks.

  I can’t take it anymore. I need him. Need his cock. All I can think about is having him take me, having his swollen manhood stretch out my tight hole.

  I pull my forearm out of my mouth and force myself to open my thighs. I pull his face away from me.

  “I need you, I need you, I need you…” I groan, shivering as he continues to work my breasts. “Please, I need you. I need you now…”

  He stands up and begins to fumble with his belt, his chin wet with my juices. He kicks off his shoes and pushes his pants and underwear down to his feet and steps out of them. He pulls his shirt over his head and drops it to the floor.

  “Wow,” I murmur as I take in his body. He’s in incredible shape, his chest and shoulders thick with muscle. His stomach is flat; I can count every single one of his abs. But it’s his cock I can’t take my eyes off of. It’s long and thick and veiny, his head swollen and dripping pre-cum.

  He climbs onto the bed between my legs and yanks me forward by my hips. His massive cock slides between my legs, his head pushing between my lips. I groan and reach down and wrap my fingers around his shaft. My hand is wet with milk and slides easily up and down, though he’s so thick my fingers can barely close around him.

  Bending down, Jack runs his tongue up my stomach to my breasts. He circles over one, growling as he tastes the milk not yet dried on my skin. As his tongue flicks across my nipple, he lowers his hips and his cockhead presses against my opening. Taking my nipple between his teeth, he bites down, fresh milk spurting onto his waiting tongue. At the same time, he pushes his hips forward, his cock entering me. I gasp and wriggle my hips down his long pole.

  “Please, Jack, please…” I murmur, a tremor passing through my body. He’s so big he barely fits. I feel full, stuffed. But all I want is to feel him go deeper. “Please, Jack, more…”

  6.

  Jack

  She’s even juicier than I imagined. It’s been years since I’ve had a 22-year-old. I’d forgotten how pure they taste. Her pussy is like heaven itself.

  It doesn’t take her long to come. Soon, as my tongue darts in and out of her pussy, she’s writhing against me, her thighs closing around my ears. Her taste grows sweeter when her pussy starts to pulse. I greedily lap up her delicious juices. My cock is rock hard in my pants.

  Halfway through her orgasm, she opens her legs and pulls my face away from her.

  “I need you, I need you, I need you…” she chants, her hands running up and down her body. She gathers her breasts in her hands, her fingers pinching her erect nipples. “Please, Jack. I need you now…”

  I stand up, kick off my shoes, and unbuckle my jeans and push them and my underwear down to my feet. My cock is throbbing almost painfully. I feel the biggest I’ve ever felt. I haven’t had a hard-on like this since I was eighteen.

  I pull my shirt off over my head, drop it to the floor, and climb back into her bed. She welcomes me with open arms. Grabbing her hips, I yank her forward, bringing her sopping wet pussy towards my cock. I slide my cock between her legs, groaning as I push it between her engorged lips and roll it against her clit. Reaching between her legs, Lanie wraps her milk-wet fingers around me and strokes me up and down.

  I bend down and run my tongue up her stomach. Her chest is wet with milk; it is sweet and delicious—my first ever taste of cream. I growl and circle my tongue over her areola. I flick my tongue across her nipple and she groans, her hand tightening around my cock.

  My mouth closes around her nipple and I bite down on it. A spurt of fresh cream shoots out onto my waiting tongue. It’s even sweeter than the semi-dried milk on her chest. Greedily I suck in a mouthful and swallow. Tasting her is the final straw; I can no longer wait. I need her. I need to be inside of her.

  I drop my hips and align my throbbing head with her opening. As I suck in another mouthful of warm, delicious cream, I push myself forward, my cock sliding easily inside. She’s so tight I can only push forward slowly, filling her inch by inch.

  “Please, Jack, please…” she groans, wriggling her hips and opening her knees wider. “I want more…”

  I growl with her nipple between my teeth. Wrapping my hands under her ass, I pull her forward onto my cock. She’s so wet and warm. The walls of her pussy are so soft it’s like being wrapped in silk. I have to squeeze down on myself as hard as I can to stop myself from exploding immediately. After a year of waiting, I don’t want this to be over before I’ve had a chance to really feel and enjoy it. I’m not sure I can wait another year for a second chance.

  When I’m as deep as I can go, I pause. I release her nipple and lean my head to look at her. In the dim bedroom light, her hair is damp with sweat and matted around her forehead. She’s smiles. She has such beautiful and piercing blue eyes.

  “You feel so good,” she murmurs, moving her hips back and forth. “I love how you feel inside of me…”

  I grin and begin to pump my hips. She gasps as I pull out of her and then slide back in.

  “Faster,” she groans, wrapping her legs around my back. “Harder.”

  I begin to give her long, full, deep strokes, pulling out until only the tip of my head is left in her tight hole, and then thrusting myself forward and filling her with one stroke. She gasps quietly and shivers. I can already feel her pussy tightening around me.

  I pump faster, her pussy squelching as her juices run down my fingers. I lean down and run my tongue over her other nipple, flicking it back and forth. I draw it in between my teeth and bite down, milk spritzing out. I close my lips around her nipple and suckle
, my stomach growling. Her pussy begins to clench rhythmically around me. I won’t be able to hold off long now.

  I thrust faster, Lanie’s pussy getting tighter and tighter around me. I have to shorten my strokes to stay inside. She gasps again and shoves her forearm back in her mouth to stifle the sound. Her heels dig into my back, her free hand clasps my neck. She begins to jerk uncontrollably, the earthquake of her orgasm shaking her to her foundation.

  “I’m coming…” she whispers, pulling her forearm from her mouth. “Oh, fuck, I’m coming…”

  Her pussy grows warmer as fresh juices cascade down her walls. She’s massaging my throbbing cock with each stroke. My own toes are curling; I’m not more than a few seconds away.

  “Please,” she moans, “please, I want to feel you, Jack. Come in me. Come in me!”

  I groan and my hips jerk and my cock twitches and all at once my entire body explodes. I pump and pump, my hot come shooting deep inside of her. She groans, her orgasm redoubling as she feels me fill her. I bite down on her nipple, pulling it upward until milk spritzes against the roof of my mouth. It drips out between my lips and runs down her sides. Her hand is entwined in my hair, her body writhing uncontrollably below mine.

  I pump faster, my fingers digging into Lanie’s ass as my cock twitches and rope after rope of hot semen shoots out of my throbbing cock. I come until her pussy has massaged out every last drop and it is dripping out from between her lips.

  When I finally finish, I can no longer hold myself up and I fall to the bed exhausted. Lanie continues to shiver and shake for a few more seconds, her pussy slowly unclenching around me. The bed below my knees is soaked with our juices. The rest of the comforter is damp with milk. As Lanie gives a final jerk, I suck in another mouthful of milk and release her nipple. I swallow it and lick my lips and let my head fall against her chest. Her face is turned to the ceiling, her eyes half-closed as a satisfied grin plays on her lips. We are both breathing heavily, our bodies hot and sweaty.

  “Happy Anniversary,” she murmurs when she has regained her breath. “Did you like your surprise?”

  I can do nothing but smile and wearily shake my head. What an orgasm!

  Lanie sighs and runs her hands down my back. My eyes close. Her touch feels so good. If I never moved again, I would die the happiest man on earth.

  We lay there for a long time in the quiet contentment of the dark bedroom. At one point, Lanie’s breathing evens out. My gaze flickers upward. She is sleeping, her hair still matted against her forehead, her beautiful, luscious lips slightly parted. I sigh and close my eyes…

  I’m woken shortly by a knock on her bedroom door. Though both of our eyes snap open, neither of us move. After a moment, the knock sounds again.

  “Lanie,” comes a man’s voice, “how’s it going in there? Still doing homework? Why is your door locked?”

  The handle jiggles. I raise my head and look at Lanie. She puts a finger to her lips and winks.

  “Lanie?” comes her father’s voice again. “What are you doing?”

  “Huh, Daddy?” Lanie calls, pretending to be sleepy. “What is it, Daddy?”

  “What are you doing in there, honey? Is everything alright?”

  “Mmm, Daddy,” Lanie continues, running her hands up and down my back. I shiver and begin to rock my hips back and forth. My soft cock is still inside of her. As I slide back and forth, I begin to harden.

  “I asked if everything was alright in there?”

  Lanie bites her lip and sighs as I slide in and out. Within seconds I’m rock hard again. I push myself up onto my knees and sling her legs over my shoulders, lifting her ass from the bed. The bed creaks quietly. At the bottom of the bedroom door, I can see her father’s shadow.

  “Lanie?”

  “Sorry, Daddy,” Lanie calls again, still pretending to be sleepy. She rolls her hips around my cock, her tight little pussy sucking at my shaft. “I fell asleep doing homework.”

  “Oh, sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to wake you. Just thought I heard you moving around in there.”

  “Mmm-mmm, Daddy,” she says. She reaches up and begins to massage her breasts, pinching and pulling at her nipples, sighing as cream spills out. “Just sleeping.”

  “Okay, honey. Well, I’ll leave you be. Have a good night. I’ll see you in the morning.”

  Her father’s shadow disappears as he pads away down the hall. We look at each other.

  “That was close,” I whisper.

  Lanie nods, groaning as I slide in and out.

  “Too close,” she says, pressing her breasts together and pulling on her nipples. “Next Friday we’ll have to be more careful.”

  I grin.

  “Next Friday?”

  She groans and begins to shake.

  “Not just next Friday,” she gasps, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Every Friday. And maybe every other night too…”

  The End

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  Joan Farraneau grew up secretly loving erotica, sneaking peeks at her father’s dirty magazines whenever she got the chance. After years of writing dirty stories for herself, she finally decided it was time to share her fantasies with the world. She has a wide range of kinky interests, but especially enjoys the sexual interaction between two strangers who just can’t resist one another. She also likes writing about taboo subjects and tries to explore these, as well as her own boundaries, in her work.

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