Lust Life

#All characters in this story are 18 years old and above.#

Author's Note - the start is slow and if you're someone that hates a slow build-up this is not for you.

I don't want to waste your time so here's a quick peep of what to expect -

'My entire shaft was engulfed in a warm wet embrace, like one massive slopy kiss. Mushy folds pressed tightly against it from all sides, daring me to go deeper. And without even realizing it, I was pumping in and out of her wet cunt, each thrust trying to squeeze the sperm out of my length. She moaned softly as I repeatedly filled her snatch to the brim, her face an expression of pure satisfaction.'

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"Benjamin!" hissed someone and I rolled aside on my bed, still half-asleep and fully engrossed in a wet dream about fucking Riley Andrews.

"Ben!" came the voice again and something shook me roughly. Finally, my eyes fluttered open to find a cute slender face staring at me with wide hazel eyes. Her blonde hair was neatly tied, and it took me a second to realize that I was looking at Sophie -my one and only best friend.

"Sophie! What the fuck are you doing here!" I exclaimed, trying to keep my voice down so that I didn't wake up the entire house.

"Come on, we're going for a run." And sure enough, she was clad in tight black leggings and a matching sports-bra with multiple straps the crisscrossing her back in order to keep her bulging bosom in place.

"Not this again," I grumbled, pulling open the sweaty covers.

"If you want to land hoes, you gotta put in the effort," she reminded me. During the last few months, I had turned into a cum sock reeking of testosterone and sexual frustration. Even jerking off three times a day was not enough and it was going to drive me crazy this summer. "Riley Andrews haunting your dreams again? Or was it Ashely this time?" she asked innocently with a sly smirk.

"Wha- You should have knocked!" I stammered as I realized what had happened. My proud eight inches and half had propped its usual morning tent on my thin boxers.

"And wake up the entire house?"

I Put up an angry face to cover my embarrassment, and demanded "Wait, how did you get in?"

"Your window happened to be wide open. Now come on, we're going to be late."

We entered a familiar jogging path that skirted around the town's edges, going in and out of some of the local parks with the occasional lake following it. It was quite peaceful in the early hours of the morning, and we had the entire trail to ourselves, spare the mockingjays that never seemed to run out of breath. Sophie had been my only true friend for as long as I could remember. We used to be all over each other as kids, doing everything together; from playing ball to gossiping about the latest release from the rumour mill. And surprisingly, that friendship had lasted through the years despite us being at the very extremes of the school-social hierarchy. I was your average lean nerd that spent his time on league of legends and perhaps a good book from time to time, whilst Sophie had grown out to become a part of the school's popular clique and gone out to join the cheerleading squad. And ever since she had started hanging out with the 'cool kids' I had been waiting for the day our friendship fell apart. But that day never came, and fingers crossed, will never come.

We picked up the pace and began jogging at a steady pace, enjoying the warm summery air with the loose gravel crunching underneath our feet. I glanced over at Sophie who was a few feet in front of me and couldn't help but admire the way those leggings hugged her curvaceous ass, begging for a good, hard slap. And as my eyes travelled up her body, it was almost impossible to miss her mouth-watering assets which strained against the poor bra, swaying up and down. Snap out of it Ben! I chastised myself. Our friendship had always been platonic, but then again, Sophie hadn't always had big boobs.

"My parents are flying off again," I tried to strike up a conversation to distract myself. My parents regularly flew off, for work. And I was one never to complain since it meant I would be having the entire house to myself.

"Again? But didn't they just-"

"Come back? Yeah. And they're getting a babysitter!" I was still bitter about the whole thing; that was my summer money down the drain since I would no longer be paid to look after my 2-year-old baby sister. "I mean seriously, how irresponsible am I?"

"Didn't you feed her frozen pizza one time?"

"We don't talk about that," I replied sternly, drawing a soft giggle from her.

"I won't be here for the next two weeks, off to see my dad." Sophie's parents had divorced long time ago, but she still remained close with her dad.

"You're going to leave me alone with a 2-year-old and an old granny!" I protested begrudgingly.

"It's only two weeks Ben, you'll live, you'll live."

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"May, we're running late!" hollered my dad, looking impatiently at his wristwatch.

Buzz!

"Honey, she's here, get the door, will you?" yelled back my mum. With all the shuffling and shouting my two-year-old sister started sobbing which sent Max, our dog, into a series of whimpers.

"Benjamin!" snapped my mum, the effective use of my full first name grabbing my attention.

"Yea?" I asked exasperated.

But my mum suddenly decided to ignore me and turned around to address the stranger that had entered the room. "Diana dear, thank you so much for coming, I'm so sorry about the last-minute request, but we really couldn't find anyone else. Diana, this is Ben, Ben, Diana, your babysitter."

"May! We're gonna miss the flight at this rate!" barked my dad.

"Coming honey. Now be a good boy Ben. You too Emma" said my mum, giving both me and my little sister quick hugs, before rushing out with a flurry of bags and luggage.

A few minutes later, I heard a car pull off into the night with screeching tires and I looked at the young woman who stood in front of me, her conservative clothes failing to hide the supple body underneath.

"You're staying here?" I asked, looking at the large suitcase near the doorway.

"Well, a two-year-old does need twenty-four-hour care. Now your mum said something about a spare bedroom?"

With a pleasurable sigh, I booted up the PlayStation and hopped onto a game of Grand Theft Auto. It was eternal peace and tranquillity, not having to worry about your parents scowling at you whenever you ran over someone, and blood splattered across the windscreen of your vehicle making your baby sister scream in delight.

"Emma's in bed, and sound asleep," said Diana quite proudly, before crashing next to me on the couch.

"Thanks...I guess" I mumbled, focusing on dodging the oncoming traffic whilst four police cars and a chopper came after my ass.

"Fucking retard," I growled as a ten-wheeler came out of nowhere and swiftly ended my avatar's life.

"Come on let me have a go."

"Sure," I said shrugging, smiling inwardly. It was not an easy game by any means. Diana took the controller, and restarted the run, and I immediately noticed the lithe body next to me. She had changed to a much more revealing pair of shorts and a skimpy skinny that swelled outward with the massive goods inside. I tore my eyes away and looked back at the screen to see her drift a sharp corner and lose the chopper under a bridge.

"How old are you again?" I asked blatantly as she completed the mission with ease.

"Twenty-eight," she grinned. That would explain why she looked so fucking great. It was going to be a long two weeks.

"BEENN!" screamed Diana. I had woken up in the middle of the night with a raging boner and the need to release my bladder. Only my parent's bedroom had a walk-in bathroom and everyone else had to share the one down the hallway. Without bothering to switch on any lights, I had made my way to the fairly large bathroom and closed the door behind, leaving it unlocked. And of course, it took forever to start urinating with a boner and that's when the doorknob turned and...

"Sorry, I never lock the door," I explained weakly as she snapped around and closed the door behind. Had she seen it? Did it matter? But something told me that she had looked quite stunned.

"Who's a good little baby? Say ahh" Emma opened her mouth and Diana leaned down and successfully swooped in with a spoon, giving me a firm view of her dangling cleavage. Still in a state of slumber, I walked over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of orange juice, unaware of my morning wood which had propped its usual tent under my thin shorts.

"Morning," I grumbled, slumping at the kitchen counter before taking a long swig from the bottle.

"We're running short on a few things, so I'm going to head out," said Diana, whose eyes had followed my waving erection.

"I'll drive you," I offered.

"What about the baby?"

"The baby will be fine Diana, just dump it inside the play-cot. Besides, it'll only take fifteen minutes tops."

With the busty 28-year-old strapped in, I put the old family van into gear, and turned left for the local super-market. My eyes couldn't ignore how seatbelt squeezed against her bust as I checked my mirrors.

After having loaded up a few essentials and more baby-food, it was finally time to head back. The early morning hours had meant there were no queues and we had gotten everything fairly quickly. And it was finally time to address the elephant in the room.

"Look, about last night," I started rather uncomfortably.

"Relax, Ben, it was just a fun little accident," she chuckled.

"Fun?" I inquired.

"Judging by your reactions, I'm guessing you're still a virgin?"

"Yes," I admitted shamefully and rather bitterly.

"It's been a long time since I did it too. Long time," she added wistfully.

"Why? It shouldn't be that hard for someone like you," I said shrugging.

"Well, my ex-husband...that's why. But I do miss the poundings he used to give me." The last sentence sent a twitch through my length. "You've got a nice dick Ben, from what I saw last night. So much wasted potential in my opinion." I could barely breathe at this point in time. She then shook her head and left the conversation hanging, as if she had changed her mind last minute.

We were back on the couch that evening, and a fresh mission awaited me. But unlike the previous evening, Diana was snuggled next to me, which of course I didn't mind.

"Oh no," I groaned.

"What?" she asked but there was no need for any further explanation since a half-naked stripper hopped inside my car with a slutty, 'hey baby!'

"Kids these days," smirked Diana.

"Hey, it's the closest thing to the real deal that I'm ever going to get," I pointed out defensively. "And I'm never getting laid," I sighed miserably after having braked too hard, causing the half-naked stripper to fly out of my convertible and onto the bare pavement.

"Never say never," she shook her head before drawing closer to me, causing my length to rub against her thin shorts. And of course, with my hyperactive sex drive, it was enough to bring forth an erection which prodded her ass, and almost as if I was acting on instinct, I thrust my hips forward and drew myself closer. A full two seconds passed before I realised what I had done.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" I stammered hastily.

"Relax, Ben" she giggled, turning around and pushing her breasts against my chest. I felt her hand travel down to my shorts where it started rubbing my throbbing erection.

"Diana..." I trailed off, completely lost.

"Can I see it?" she asked suddenly, her eyes wide and hungry.

"Sure, of course, why not," I mumbled, finding it difficult to process the unfolding events. She slid down onto the floor and skilfully pulled my shorts down, releasing my fully erected eight inches and a half. Precum glistened underneath the soft lighting, and a sharp throb travelled along the shaft as soon as Diana's willowy fingers wrapped around it. Her fingers felt cold and soothing against my burning beast.

"I wasn't joking when I said you have a nice dick, Ben," she admired, giving it a few strokes.

"mmm..." I replied, completely lost for words. And then, she popped it inside of her mouth.

Her soft lips welcomed my length to the warm, wet world beyond it. I watched her soft lips travel down my shaft in one smooth move before planting a firm kiss on my balls. Her tongue wasted no time in greeting my length and was soon exploring every groove, nook and cranny with a wet embrace. Her sharp yet slender cheeks caved in and started sucking, and I could only melt into the couch.

"Holy shit Diana," I groaned as each lick and suck drew me closer to my orgasm. I still couldn't believe she had swallowed the entire thing so easily, much less how she was making me feel like I was about to explode with pleasure.

"I'm going to cum," I managed to warn, and a second later my eyes fluttered and an explosion of cum took place deep down her throat. I could feel it flying out like it had never done before, and Diana slurped and gobbled down every drop. She even licked my dick one last time before finally licking her lips like a cat that had finished its favourite treat.

"Fucking hell," I gasped.

"I'll go make some dinner now," she smiled, and I watched her plump ass wink at me as she walked out. I picked up the controller and floored the accelerator with a wide smile on my face, and ran over the stripper who had fallen out without even batting an eye.

"Morning," I beamed happily.

"Someone's wide awake and eager," remarked Diana.

"You, talking about my morning wood or...?" I grinned salaciously, making her smile.

"Look Ben...I don't think we should take this any further." said Diana after successfully tricking Emma to open her mouth so she could swoop in with the spoon. Her demeanour had suddenly changed to one of embarrassment and discomfort.

"Why not?" I asked with a puzzled look.

"You're barely of age," she groaned, holding her head.

"But I am of age, legally!"

"But still, it feels wrong. And besides, I made a promise to your mother! She trusted me! And if I start fucking her only son, what would that make me?"

"The coolest babysitter?" I suggested quite seriously.

"I'm almost a decade older than you, and it feels wrong!" she echoed her reasoning.

"But it felt good right?" It had felt fucking amazing in all honesty.

"Let's just take it slow, okay? I need to think." It was not a yes, but nor was it a no. But she had ignited an uncontrollable flame inside me by giving that blowjob, and it was going to change... everything. Forever.

The rest of the day was burnt on League of legends, and for the first time it had failed to take my mind off of something, Diana to be specific. I was feeling cranky and frustrated beyond belief. I had even failed to get above ten fucking kills. Sophs would have known what to do, but she was on the other side of the world with her dad. And it would have been weird to go on a rant about how you wanted to fuck your babysitter. With a long sigh, I crashed on my bed and stared up at the ceiling for what felt like an eternity.

"Ben, I need you down here!" came Diana's voice. Mumbling something, I made my way downstairs and into the living room. "You never told me you had a pool,"

"Yea Sophie and I used to hang around by the pool during the summers...a million years ago," Those had been some good times; It had been before teenage hormones had mucked up my life.

"Help me get it up and running," she said wiping her hands with the kitchen towel. "It's about to reach a million degrees here, so it'll be nice to have some place to cool off"

"Fine," I replied shrugging. I had nothing better to do anyways.

It was hard, sweaty work under the hot summer sun. The unused pool had collected so much grime and leaves over the years that it took us a solid hour to collect and scrape everything off. But it had meant that I got a clear view of her cleavage which swayed and bounced with her exertions.

"Good work," panted Diana looking painfully busty in her thin vest after we had washed and cycled the pool. Her face glistened with sweat and her breasts seemed more pronounced as they went up and down with her hard breaths.

"Yeah, not bad," I said with a clenched fist as my boner pushed against my shorts. "Lets fill her up." I flicked the switches to the pumps and watched the water gush out.

"Yeah!" shouted Diana triumphantly and I couldn't help but smile. My sour mood seemed to have dissolved. The water swirled and frothed, lapping against the walls of the pool and before long it was almost full.

"Come on, victory jump!" she cheered and began stripping off her shorts. My brain obviously ground to a halt and could only watch the busty 28-year-old reveal her panties to the outside world. They were bright red. She jumped into the water with a large splash and called out, "Come on Ben, you have to get in!"

"Uh...maybe some other time," I stalled, as I felt my hungry boner fill my boxers. "Come on!" she pleaded. Seeing that I didn't have much of a choice, I got rid of my pants and jumped in. The cold water was soothing and felt like a treat after getting burnt out in the sun.

'This is great!" she whooped, surfacing next to me. And that's when I noticed. She had no bra underneath, and thin white fabric of her top had turned translucent, giving me a glimpse of the goods underneath; I could even make out her areola.

"Yeah...yeah...this is amazing," I stammered trying to keep my eyes on her face.

"Ben," she chuckled softly. I felt one of her hands wrap around my erection through my boxers.

"Cumming in the pool isn't a good idea," I managed to blurt out before I could stop myself.

"Then maybe we should take this inside."

Without even a moment's hesitation, we locked lips and crashed onto the floor of the living room. My hands, as if having a brain of their own, swiftly found their way up to her firm melons and began squeezing the life out of the soft, smooth, squishy sea of flesh, all while rubbing my erection against her pussy. We still dripping wet, and our bodies left large spots on the expensive carpet as we rolled around.

"Take it easy Big Ben," she chuckled in between a kiss.

The time had come.

I slowly spread open her legs and slid inside. Boom! An explosion took inside my skull, and it was a surprise that my brains hadn't splattered against the back wall. I couldn't believe what had happened. A sensory overload fried my circuits, and I completely lost the ability to think. My entire shaft was engulfed in a warm wet embrace, like one massive slopy kiss. Mushy folds pressed tightly against it from all sides, daring me to go deeper. And without even realizing it, I was pumping in and out of her wet cunt, each thrust trying to squeeze the sperm out of my length. Diana moaned softly as I repeatedly filled her snatch to the brim, her face an expression of pure satisfaction. I must have lasted a maximum of ten strokes before releasing a flood of cum deep inside her womb and collapsing afterwards on top of her with my prick still buried inside.

But a few seconds later, my dick was up and wide awake, ready for round two.

"Now that feels nice," she moaned softly as it yet again began filling her up. With newfound energy, I began impaling her, pacing myself with slow but hard thrusts.

"Harder Ben, harder," Diana moaned as I slid in and out of her at a steady rhythm. The ejaculate from my initial orgasm had lubricated her insides, urging me to go faster. I was around thirty strokes in, when I felt my orgasm building up, and gave it everything, and a few seconds later I spurted a second time inside her before collapsing onto her breasts. It was pure bliss.