Shelley’s Hot Tub Threesome Extract

Shelley has an injury and is looking for a little relaxation. She heads over to the Harrisons' hot tub for a skinny dip and finds things heat up when the horny Harrisons come home early. 

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I must have been a little too preoccupied looking at Mr Harrison because I didn’t notice Mrs Harrison sitting next to me.

“So sweetie,” Mrs Harrison said to me. “You said you sprained your ankle. Did you get a rub down?”

“No, I just…”

“Well, that won’t do,” she said leaning down into the bubbles and finding my leg. She stroked along my thigh, down my calf to my ankle. “Was it this one?”

“Er yes.”

“Good.” She started to rub my ankle and foot, fitting my leg into a side split.

Her hands moved up my calf, diving around and down my inner thigh. She had moved along the seat and sitting close to me I could feel her warm breath smelling of alcohol. Then the bubbles stopped. She held my gaze for a minute and then her eyes dropped to my chest and down further into the water. Her eyes lingered and then rose to meet mine with a smile.

“I was wondering,” she said in a breathless voice, “if you would mind if I touched your breasts.”

I looked at her boobs and she lifted herself out of the water a little, giving her rounded boobs the appearance of floating.

I nodded. Her hand moved under the water sliding towards my thighs and then moving up my sides until they came into direct contact with the girls.

“It has been a while,” she said more to my boobs than me “since I have felt such a perky real pair.”

“Are yours fake?” I stammered.

“Oh, honey,” she said with a smile. “Yes, they’re fake. Have you ever touched a fake pair?” She angled her chest towards me. “Go ahead, have a feel.” Her hands were still on my boobs.

“They are so firm,” I said.

“Good hey,” she said moving closer. As she moved closer I had to reluctantly release her boobs. “They feel even better up against your boobs.” She pushed into me and I could feel her hard nipples push into my soft boobs. The firm rounded spheres of her boobs forcing my pliable boobs back against me. She totally boob dominated me. At the time, all I could think of was her boobs. I didn’t even notice her approaching lips. They were as big and firm as her boobs. I mean she probably has had collagen or something because they were a classic pair of permanently puckered movie star lips. She came closer and closer until my eyes wouldn’t focus on her face. I closed my eyes and waited for her lips to touch mine. I waited. Her body was pressed up against mine and then I could wait no longer and lunged forward, pressing my lips onto her lips.

At first it was one of those classic Hollywood kisses, all pressure no tongue. Then she pushed my lips apart, her tongue pressed against my teeth and sought entry into my mouth. Her hands started moving up and down my body, around my boobs and down to my waist. She brought her hand together between my legs and put pressure on my pussy through my panties.

She pulled back, her teeth lightly gripping my lip.

“We’re going to need to take off your panties.”

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Prudence's Punishment: Extract

Prudence heads home for an unexpected visit and gets an unexpected surprise when her step-daddy comes home to find her messing around with her step-brother. 

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“Don’t you worry,” I told him. “I won’t be botherin’ you.” I started walking towards the door and he grabbed my arm.

“Which is even worse,” he said quietly. “You end up somewhere, God knows where doing God knows what causing your mama all different kinds of worry and I’ll be the one who ends up having to pick up the pieces.”

“Well fuck you,” I said.

 “Now this is exactly what I’m talking about,” he said. The look on his face was angry. “You don’t listen to a damn word I’ve been saying. You ain’t listening to anything anybody is trying to say to you. If it weren’t for your mother, I’d have beaten two tons of shit outta you.”

“No,” I said, looking him in the eye. “You ain’t done nothing because you’re a pussy.”

I started to move towards the door thinking he would let go of my arm and instead he turned me around, sat down on the bed and pulled me over his lap. Now I was still naked and the cigarette was still in my hand. Before I’ve even had time to realize what had happened, his hand came crashing down on my ass with a God Almighty smack. The force of it pushed me forward with shock and I almost dropped my cigarette.

He had his feet braced against the floor and one arm across my lower back holding me in a tight grip. His hand rained down smack after smack across my ass cheeks. The rising heat across my cheeks felt like waves of pleasurable stings. I heard myself yelp as he continued his onslaught with slaps following quickly, one after the other. His hand moved from one cheek to next spreading the ache across my ass and making me feel increasingly tender. I squirmed under his grip which only seemed to make him hold me tighter and spank me harder.

He stopped and his grip loosened slightly. The cigarette had gone out and I had dropped it to the floor. My hands were pressing against the carpet, steadying me against his assault on my ass.

I was in no state to take advantage of his release and ended up more focused on as his hand as it smoothed over my throbbing cheeks in an enjoyable sensation. His hand began with a vigorous rubbing of my cheeks that became a smoother careful stroking of my ass. His hand began rolling large circles over the scope of my cheeks. The vigorous strokes slowed and became tender caresses. His hand traveled down to the crease of my ass and towards my inner thigh. As he gripped my thigh, the burning sensation of my ass was joined with a tingling through my already aroused pussy. The movement of his hand on my thigh made it obvious to me that I was slick and excited. I can only imagine what he looked over my sore ass towards my thighs. With his hand lingering on my thigh, there was no way he could have not seen how excited I was.

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Extract: Penalties in the Locker Room

Read an extract from Christie St Claire's new story and find out the dirty little secrets of the Fenton University Cheerleader Squad:

At first I didn’t see her. All I saw was the hour glass back of a woman over six feet tall in high heels. She was wearing the tightest corset I had ever seen. It was black leather with a shine of regular use and must have been made with iron rods. Her ass cheeks and shoulders puffed out heavily tanned skin at either end of the corset. It didn’t look like a fake tan; it looked like sunburn scorched into a violent tan. Her hair was a large weave of black cables twisted together like electrical wires. Her ass cheeks were held up by stocking attached to the bottom of her corset.

In her long gloved hands, the woman held a large wooden paddle. She shifted her weight, giving me her profile. She was in her forties with heavily applied make-up in dramatic reds and blacks as if she didn’t often use make-up. When I looked past her towards the benches I saw Brittany. She was dressed in a cheerleader’s outfit. It wasn’t her outfit. Well it might have been her outfit, but it wasn’t an outfit any squad would let their cheerleaders wear.

The tunic was barely holding her boobs. Even from the side I could see the pink and white material straining against her breasts, rounding them out and popping those nipples as hard as rocks. The skirt was the pleated style that you imagine cheerleaders wearing, but never actually wear. It was tightly secured around her waist and rolled up her back. Her bloomers were held firmly under her knees to reveal her naked ass.

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