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Pam was so excited she was shaking. Todd would be there. Todd would be there. She kept repeating the words over and over in her head. It was too incredible to believe. She had not seen him since her last visit to the country more than two years ago, the summer he took her virginity. She was so anxious to see him again. They had so much to talk about. Plus, she had the hope in the back of her mind that they might be able to make love again.
For such a special occasion, she had to wear something very special, very enticing. She grinned as she thought of just the thing. She had matching panties and bra, very skimpy, very sexy. Mom didn’t know she had underwear like that. She would have a fit if she found out.
She pulled the blonde hairs between her legs. In the back, a tiny strap nestled between the cheeks of her ass. The bright red bra with the thin straps was cut very low, showing most of her plump breasts and part of her nipples. She squeezed her tits in her hands to mold them in the tight cups.
She turned to inspect herself in the mirror. Her body had filled out since the last time Todd saw her. The bra pushed her breasts up. Her soft flesh spilled over the tops. Her nipples were already hard and poked through the fabric. If Todd saw her like this, he would be unable to resist.
Mom called from the bottom of the stairs. She finished dressing and ran down to get her coat on. Ethan was ready to go and when she looked at him, Pam thought she saw a hint of desire in his eyes.
They drove through the light snow to Grandma’s house, where the rest of the family was gathered. As usual, Grandma complained about them being late and holding up dinner, but she was happy to see them anyway.
They sat and ate dinner. Ethan sat between Sheri and Jeanette. His face was red with discomfort. Pam covered her mouth to hide her laugh. The girls seemed to be tormenting Ethan.
Todd sat at the end of the table. Whenever she looked at him, he looked away. She tried to get his attention, but he seemed to be avoiding her.
When dinner finished, the family made their way to the living room and took up all the sofa space and chairs set up around the room. They were all talking and laughing and drinking. Todd was not among them. Pam had to find out why he was avoiding her. If she said something or did something to make him angry, she had to find a way to fix it. He might not want to make love to her. She didn’t want that, not for anything.
He was not in any of the rooms of the house. Pam was frustrated, then noticed the light in the basement was on. She went down, stepping carefully to avoid making noise on the steps.
Todd was at the pool table, lining up a shot. She watched him for a few minutes from the stairs, then went the rest of the way down. He looked up.
“Pam,” he said, and set the stick on the table.
Pam walked to him, her hands clasped in front of her.
“Are you hiding from me? Did I do something to make you angry?”
“No, nothing like that. I’m afraid you’re angry at me.”
She touched his cheek. “I’m not angry at you. I love you.”
He smiled and stepped back. “You grew up a lot,” he said, looking at her body.
Pam held her arms up and twirled. “Do you like it?”
“Yeah, you look hot,” he said.
“I don’t have a present to give you.”
“I can think of something you can give me.”
She giggled. “You should see what I’m wearing underneath.”
They gazed for a long time in each others eyes. She turned her face up higher, and tilted her head to the right. She closed her eyes and let her lips part a fraction.
He pressed his warm lips against hers. She breathed in deep. Her blood roared in her ears. Todd’s hands touched her waist. He pressed his lips against hers more insistently and she felt his tongue pushing into her mouth. She put her arms around his neck and held herself close to his hard, warm body.
His tongue felt so good in her mouth. She licked it with her own tongue, and they twirled together in her mouth. Todd squeezed her hips and pulled her pelvis tight against him. She could feel the hardness of his erection pushing against her belly.
Pam broke away, panting. “Make love to me, Todd, please. I want to feel you inside me.”
He kissed her again. His knee pushed between her thighs and pressed against her warm mound. Pam groaned. Her knees became weak, but he held her up, his lips still pressed to hers. He leaned back against the pool table and Pam leaned against him, pressing her body against his. Their lips smacked as they kissed. Her breasts flattened against his chest, and her nipples tingled. She spread her legs slightly and the hardness in his pants pressed against her warm mound.
Pam moaned and looked up at him. She saw the deep, passionate desire in his eyes.
“Do you really want to make love?” Todd said, his warm breath blowing over her face.
“Yes.”
He turned her around and leaned her back against a mahogany bar, with bottles of liquor and glasses. He pulled his zipper down, took her hand and put it down the front of his jeans. Her fingers touched his penis, and were burned by its heat.
“Oh God,” Pam said, staring at him with wide eyes as she let her fingers close around his bare penis. “It feels so hot.” It was bigger than she remembered. She squeezed it and rubbed it in her small hand. He lowered his face and kissed her again.
Todd began to unbutton her blouse. Her eyes softened and her cheeks blushed as he pulled the sheer material away from her body. She shrugged and the blouse fell from her shoulders, revealing her round, plump breasts, held back by her tight bra. She unhooked the front and bared her breasts, shrugging her shoulders seductively to let them jiggle.
He unfastened her slacks. They slid down over her flat stomach and smooth ass, revealing her panties. His hands slipped under the loose cups of the bra and closed on her breasts. He pinched her nipples between his thumbs and fingers. Pam moaned, resting her head on his shoulder.
“Put your arms around my neck and spread your legs,” he said. Pam spread her thighs. He moved between her legs and ran his hands up her thighs to her cunt. Her cunt lips glistened. Slowly, he slipped a long finger in and she moaned softly.
“Fuck me,” she said, her eyes closed. “For God’s sake, Todd, fuck me.” She hooked her legs around the back of his legs. She watched him bring his hard cock to her cunt, feeling the soft caresses of the hair on his hips on the insides of her smooth thighs. He guided the head of his cock to the tiny slit of her cunt, and the head sank into her. She held him there and wrapped her legs around his hips.
He pushed himself forward. A sudden pain shot through her body. She pressed her face into his shoulder and squealed. She forgot how much it hurt when he pushed his big thing in her.
“Do want to stop?” he said.
Pam shook her head. “No. Push it in a little more,” she whispered. The head of his cock sunk deeper and her hips rose from the surface of the bar. She squeezed her arms tight around his neck, moaning. The stretching was almost unbearable. The head poked way up inside her body.
She had only done this with a few other guys since her first time with Todd. None of them had penises nearly as big as Todd’s. She wanted to do it with Ethan, to feel him between her thighs, spreading her pussy open. His penis was even bigger. If her pussy hurt this much stretching open for Todd, how much would it hurt if she tried to fit Ethan’s in there?
Todd stopped pushing and was still. His thick, hard penis was deep inside her. The pain of the stretching faded. Pam lifted her head from his shoulder and looked up to his face. He was smiling down at her. She smiled back. Her eyes became blurry. She felt a tear roll down her cheek. He licked the tear, then kissed her lips.
His hips moved back, drawing his penis out an inch or two, then pushed toward her. Pam groaned and laid her cheek on his shoulder. He pulled back his hips and pushed them forward again. Her cunt was slippery with her wetness, but still tight around him. His penis moved in and out slowly.
Pam heard a soft creak and opened her eyes. Ethan stood at the bottom of the stairs, his eyes transfixed. She stared back, holding her breath. Todd hadn’t noticed; his hips worked slowly back and forth and his lips sucked the side of her neck.
Ethan said nothing, only stood still, watching. Pam let out her breath. Todd was moving his hips faster and she gasped each time the head of his penis touched way up inside her womb.
She wanted to ask Ethan to stay, to put his penis inside her when Todd was finished. She could see the bulge of it stretching the front of his jeans. It was enormous. She panted harder.
But he didn’t stay. Slowly, he turned and went back up the stairs. Pam watched where he stood for a long time, wondering why she felt so guilty. Was it because she had aroused him, but had not satisfied him? She grinned at that thought. She had aroused him.
“Cum inside me, Todd,” she whispered. Her soft lips brushed the lobe of his ear.
He was panting, staring down into her face with his mouth open. His back arched and his head craned way back. That meant he was about to cum,. She felt it, but also felt the urgency of her own orgasm. She began to climax just before him, and when he shot his cum into her, she nearly lost control and screamed. She was just able to remember that there was a roomful of her relatives just above them, and if she were to scream they would all be wondering what the hell they were up to, so she simply bit down on her lower lip and held Todd’s bare middle and savored the delicious feeling of his warm, wet cum squirting into her cunt.
They were both breathing hard to catch their breaths. The air was warm and heavy with the odor of their sex. Pam was concerned. Her pores would now exude the scent of the sperm Todd had just deposited in her cunt. If her mother figured out what the smell was, she would ask her questions, and Pam didn’t want to answer them.
“I’d better get back upstairs,” Todd whispered, kissing her neck and cheek and lips and lightly touching her tits.
“I know.”
She watched him pull his penis from her cunt. It flopped out and dangled between his legs as he pulled up his pants. She immediately felt the loss of it.
“I’ll see you upstairs,” he said. He tucked his shirt into his pants, slipped out the door, and Pam was alone in the basement. She touched her pussy and scooped up a bit of Todd’s fresh cum, inhaled the strong odor, and licked it off her finger. Now she had his flavor on her tongue.
She hopped off the bar and pulled up her underwear and jeans. Todd’s warm fluid sloshed inside her. He gave her an awful lot. Now she wanted to find out how much Ethan had to give her. The thought of their cum mixing together inside her made her dizzy with excitement.
She went upstairs and searched for him. She found him by the buffet table, picking at some cheese and meat. She went to the table and stood by him. He looked at her. In his eyes, she thought she saw admiration and something else. It was desire. He wanted her. She smiled and felt her face flush with warmth.
She leaned close to him and lowered her voice. “I liked it when you were watching. Did you like what you saw?” she said.
“Yes.”
She glanced down at his jeans. The front was stretched with the ridge of his erection. She took a deep breath. She was dying to hold it in her hands.
She took a pickle from his plate and rubbed it over her red lips. She gazed at him as she pushed it between her lips into her mouth, then moved it rhythmically in and out.
“It’s delicious,” she whispered. She dipped the end of the pickle in the ranch dressing on his plate and licked it off. Her pink tongue glided up the side, flicking over the tip, and she pushed it to the back of her mouth. Ethan swallowed hard. She laughed at his strained expression.
His fork slipped off his plate. He bent down to pick it up, but Pam reached for it first. She straightened up and leaned back against him. The long, hard ridge of his cock pressed between the soft cheeks of her ass. She sighed and held it there a moment, moving her ass up and down.
“Todd’s cum is still warm inside me. Wanna feel?” she said.
He reached down and squeezed her leg. His hand moved up the back of her leg and squeezed her ass. Ethan pressed himself against her, rubbing the ridge of his penis deeper into the groove between her ass cheeks. She glanced at him with a devilish smile. It was almost like they were having sex, but with their clothes on.
“Maybe one day I’ll feel your cum inside me, too.”
She heard the voices of someone coming into the dining room and quickly moved away. She hated to leave Ethan like that when he was so worked up, but it would be worse if they got caught. Mom would give them hell. She stopped and leaned against the wall. Her heart was racing. She had worked herself up pretty well, too.
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Hey everyone, this is Ashkar from Nagpur..im a huge fan of ISS and sleep only after reading a story..It’s my first live experience so enjoy and mail me for your comments. Talking about myself so i am 19 years old and doing BCA here..I am 6″ and have a swimmer body..my tool is 7inch long and pretty awesome in girth..ok.thats too much of myself now coming to the story. This incident happened when after my first year exams i visited my mami in Indore..There i joined nehru park swimming pool..there...
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Marion sat upright on the bus seat, knees together, shoulder bag on her lap. She watched the dark streets pass by through her reflection in the window. Christmas lights shot their electric streams of coloured energy through the blackness, creating islands of cheer in the gloom. Some streets the bus passed through were more affluent, with lots of competing displays, making a cheerful vista to walk arm in arm through. She and Jack would have to do that some night. Other streets, poorer and...
I wrote this story several years ago and thought that I'd repost it for the holidays. Christmas Wishes By Morpheus The Carson family sat at their kitchen table in preparation for one of their families Christmas traditions. Mike, who was the father of the family, had a sheet of paper in front of him, carefully writing on it while his wife Lauren read over his shoulders, making occasional suggestions while their children, 17 year old Michelle and 15 year old Steve impatiently waited...
An English Christmas It was a long flight for Ethan and Nichole Smith. The two had to rush home after school to double check their suitcase to ensure that they had everything. Their father Nigel had already done the check for them and added some additional clothes that they had forgotten, particularly underwear and socks. He had had a hard time not shuddering at seeing Nichole's panties but it was for the greater good that he counted and made sure she had enough. Their mother Karen...
Dear readers, this story was written by me and my partner Midnitehawk. I hope you enjoy our story. I am sure our love and lust for each other shines thru into the story. Please write and let me know what you think and I will show all mail to Ian. We love to receive feedback on our stories. * * * * * The kitchen smelt of apple and blackberry pie. Heat, from the oven, pervaded the whole room. It felt like Fran had been cooking all day. A streak of white gashed her forehead, and she swept some...
April awoke to the sound of a winter wind blowing outside her window. She shivered a little at the sound, then sat up and took a couple deep breaths. To her relief, she didn’t cough and her lungs felt more or less clear. After checking her temperature to confirm that her fever was gone, April jumped out of bed and stretched.“It’s over,” she said aloud to the empty room, “That fucking disease is really over.”April had been bedridden for most of the last month. It had begun with a nasty flu and...
AnalMelinda and her husband Mike used to go all out at Christmas time, decorating every inch of the house, inside and out. It was her favorite holiday. One of the traditions Melinda brought from her childhood was the family setting up the tree the first Sunday of December. Nowadays it was not just their kids, but grandkids as well. The sounds of children giggling, a serenade of Christmas melodies, make that day extra special. This year however just wasn’t the same, because her husband divorced her...
Straight SexChristmas at the Jones's. By Tanya H. For Lina, Becca and all the women who were strong and brave enough. Christmas Morning. A good family Christmas centres on tradition and hosting hers in her brand new (dream) house made Mum understandably nervous. I didn't help when I'd messaged, a few days earlier, to say I'd be bringing my boyfriend having decided the time was right to disprove the suggestion I'd invented him to try and reassure Mum. She met me on the driveway, as I...
2003 © Thank you Angel for all your wonderful help. It was a long five hour drive from the hospital. Seven year old Tim had bee n a constant visitor with his father, going there to see his mother since she had been diagnosed with cancer last spring. Tonight was Christmas Eve, and it was snowing very hard. They had to get home before Santa came. Tim was very excited about Christmas, even though his mother wouldn't be home. Spending the day with he r had helped young Tim a lot. They took...
A big thank you to Tigerjen for taking time out of her busy schedule to edit my story at the last minute… And I mean the last minute! * * * * * It was a long five hour drive from the hospital. Seven year old Tim, and his father had been doing it since his mother had been diagnosed with cancer, last spring. Tonight was Christmas Eve, and it was snowing very hard. They had to get home before Santa came. Tim was very excited about Christmas, even though his mother wouldn’t be home. Spending the...
Dear Diary, Well, this has been another interesting Christmas for me, it is the seventh anniversary of my parents death, my seventh Christmas without a family. I didn't expect much for Christmas; only a few friends here at College know my story. The ones that had money and could afford them gave me presents. I got three or four small things, nothing major or worth mentioning and I gave my friends presents that I could afford. I did my usual bit for humanity by working in a soup kitchen and...
Chapter One Twenty-eight days before Christmas I found myself in a remote, fortified camp in what seemed to be a million miles from nowhere. I am Lieutenant Eric Steiger, United States Navy, and I command a mixed unit of Marines and Navy SEALs. Our mission is to gather intelligence on arms being transported from Iran into Afghanistan. ‘Hey, Lieutenant. The supply helo is about ten minutes out. Do you have anything that needs to go back to headquarters?’ Chief Petty Officer Thomas Kincaid...
Christmas On Duty Copyright Oggbashan December 2012Minor edit December 2013The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.This story is set in the 1960s, long before texting and mobile phones. *************************************************Our office party was set for Christmas Eve...
Step dad, mum and college lass: Everything under a Christmas tree should be opened with relish and delight....Some may say I’m lucky, others who share the same birthday as me, will take a different view. My birthday falls on Christmas Day. Yet here I was getting up excited and very early on Christmas morning just turned eighteen. I was prepared as usual for the ‘single double’ present that covered both birthday and Christmas. But at least it was under a tree. The tree I had helped decorate with...
Christmas On Duty Copyright Oggbashan December 2012Minor edit December 2013The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.This story is set in the 1960s, long before texting and mobile phones. *************************************************Our office party was set for...
Christmas at Thanatos Manor – Part One Dear Reader. Here's a cruel and depraved little confection to brighten yourholiday season. So put down the ribbons and wrapping paper and spend a fewminutes with the members of the Thanatos Society as they gather at the Manorto celebrate Christmas. Like most of my tales, this one is not for the faintof heart. If you would like to let me know what you think of this story, youmay contact me at [email protected] Cerberus A leather-clad chauffeur...