Wiced Whispers: a Tease in the Ten

Jake floored the gas pedal, the pickup truck roaring down the dusty backroads of rural Tennessee. Tires kicked up gravel as the late afternoon sun baked the earth golden. His right hand gripped the wheel, but his left was locked tight around Lily's--his wife, the woman he'd kill for, fuck for, die for.

"Let's crash at Dad's place for a few days, babe," he drawled, voice low and warm, hazel eyes glinting with heat as he stole a glance at her. "It's chill out there, you'll love it. Tommy's around too--been ages since I've seen my little bro."

Lily flashed that sultry smile of hers, full red lips curving like a goddamn tease. Long raven hair spilled over her shoulders in wild waves. She wore a sheer white sundress that clung to her like sin itself, hugging every curve--those big, bouncy tits jiggling with every bump, creamy skin peeking through the thin fabric, slender thighs slipping out from the slit as the wind toyed with it. Jake's chest swelled, cock twitching just looking at her. Goddamn, Lily's a fuckin' knockout... I love you so much it hurts, he thought.

The cab was a furnace, the AC busted, and the heat only made her hotter. Sweat beaded on her neck, trickling down between those lush mounds, turning the dress damn near see-through where it stuck to her skin. Jake couldn't keep his eyes on the road, not with her sitting there like some wet dream come to life.

"You're killin' me in that dress, babe," he growled, his free hand sliding off the gearshift to rest on her thigh. His fingers dug into the soft flesh just below the hem.

Lily giggled, a sound that went straight to his dick, and shifted closer, her knee brushing his. "What, this old thing?" she purred, tossing him a look that said she knew exactly what she was doing. "It's too damn hot for anything else."

His hand crept higher, calloused fingers tracing slow, teasing circles on her inner thigh, inching up toward that sweet spot he knew too well. "Hot, huh?" he muttered. "You're makin' me hotter than a July barbecue." His thumb brushed the edge of her panties--lace, he could feel it, probably soaked already.

Lily squirmed, her breath hitching, those big eyes darting to him with a mix of mischief and heat. "Jake... you're gonna crash us if you keep that up," she warned, but her legs parted just a hair, inviting him in.

He smirked, sliding his hand under the dress, fingertips grazing her pussy through the damp fabric, feeling her heat pulsing against him. "Fuck the road, babe... I'd rather crash into you," he rasped, rubbing slow and firm, watching her bite that plump lip to stifle a moan.

She grabbed his wrist, but didn't pull him away--hell no, she pressed him harder, hips rocking into his touch. "You're such a bastard... don't stop," she whispered, voice thick with need. Her free hand fumbled for his belt.

Jake groaned as she unzipped him, tugging his jeans down just enough to free that thick, throbbing cock, already leaking pre-cum at the tip. "Jesus, Lily..." he hissed. Her soft fingers wrapped around him, stroking slow and tight, sending jolts up his spine. The truck swerved a little, but he didn't give a damn--not with her jerking him off like that, her dress hiked up, pussy dripping through her panties as he rubbed her clit in circles.

"Pull over," she gasped, eyes wild, hand pumping him faster. "I need you inside me, now."

Jake didn't need telling twice. He yanked the wheel, veering off into a dirt track flanked by endless fields of golden wheat. The truck lurched to a stop under a sagging oak. He killed the engine, grabbed her by the hips, and hauled her onto his lap, her dress bunching up around her waist.

"Fuck, babe, you're so wet," he growled, shoving her panties aside. His fingers slid into that slick, tight heat, pumping slow while she moaned into his mouth.

Lily clawed at his shirt, kissing him hard, all tongue and teeth, grinding against his hand. "Take me, Jake... fuck me right here," she begged, voice dripping with lust.

He didn't waste a second--lifted her just enough to line up that aching cock, then slammed her down onto him, burying himself balls-deep in her dripping pussy. "Oh shit... you're so fuckin' tight," he groaned. Her walls clenched around him like a vise as she rode him, tits bouncing in his face, the truck rocking with every thrust.

Lily threw her head back, moaning loud and shameless. "Yes... harder, Jake... fuck me senseless!"

He gripped her ass, pounding up into her, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing in the cab. Her juices soaked his jeans, his balls, everything.

"Outside," he rasped, too damn horny to care. "Wanna see you spread out in the field."

Lily's eyes flashed wickedly. She scrambled off him, shoving the door open, stumbling out into the wheat with a laugh that set him on fire. Jake followed, cock still hard as steel, catching her by the waist and pinning her down in the soft, golden stalks.

She sprawled out, dress hiked up, panties yanked to her ankles, legs spread wide--that bald, glistening pussy begging for him under the fading sun. "Fuck me, Jake... right here," she panted, fingers digging into the dirt.

He dropped between her thighs, slamming back inside, fucking her raw and deep. "You're mine, babe... all fuckin' mine," he grunted.

From a distance, hidden behind a rusted tractor near the barn, Tom watched, binoculars trembling in his grip. He'd been out checking the fence line when he heard the truck pull off, saw the dust kick up, and curiosity--or something darker--dragged him closer. Now he stood frozen, heart slamming against his ribs, watching his son plow into Lily like a goddamn animal, her tits spilling out of that dress, moans carrying on the wind. Jesus fuckin' Christ... she's a goddamn goddess, he thought, old cock swelling painfully in his jeans, thicker and harder than it'd been in years.

Her creamy thighs, that tight little ass bouncing with every thrust--it was too much. He gripped the tractor's edge, breath ragged. She's Jake's wife... my daughter-in-law... but fuck, I'd sell my soul to taste that pussy, he thought. Shame burned through him, but lust drowned it out. His hand slipped down, stroking himself through the denim as Lily's cries fueled a fire he couldn't put out.

Back in the field, Jake roared as he came, pumping hot cum deep inside her. Lily shuddered beneath him, her own climax soaking the ground. They collapsed, panting, tangled in the wheat, oblivious to the old man watching from afar, his eyes locked on her, a hunger growing he'd never shake.

The pickup truck rumbled back onto the gravel road, tires crunching as Jake eased it toward his dad's farmhouse. The golden wheat fields faded in the rearview. Lily sprawled beside him, still catching her breath, that sheer white sundress bunched up around her hips, sticky with sweat and their mess from the field. Her thighs glistened, pussy still tingling from where he'd fucked her raw under the open sky, cum dripping down her legs onto the seat.

"Jesus, babe... you're gonna be the death of me," Jake growled, one hand on the wheel, the other sliding up her thigh. His fingers brushed her soaked panties, still shoved aside from their wild ride.

Lily giggled, voice husky and spent, swatting his hand away half-heartedly. "You're the damn animal, Jake... fuckin' me out there like that," she said. "Hope nobody saw us." She tugged the dress down, but it barely covered her, those big tits straining against the fabric, nipples hard and dark through the damp cotton.

Jake smirked, cock twitching at the thought. "Who'd see?" he asked. "Just cows and corn out there... unless Dad's got binoculars or somethin'." He laughed it off, oblivious to the truth, pulling into the dirt driveway of the old farmhouse. The weathered wood and sagging porch came into view.

Tom stood out front, leaning against a fence post, his silver hair glinting in the late sun. He pretended to fiddle with a coil of wire, but his deep-set eyes were locked on the truck, sharp and unreadable, a storm brewing behind that grizzled face. He'd seen it all--Lily spread wide in the wheat, moaning like a goddamn porn star while Jake pounded her senseless--and it'd lit a fire in him he couldn't put out. She's a fuckin' vixen... dancin' around like that, screamin' for it, he thought, cock stirring in his jeans, thick and heavy with a need he hadn't felt in years.

Jake hopped out, slamming the door, grinning like a fool as he stretched. "Hey, Dad! We're here--you good?" he called.

Tom nodded stiffly, forcing a smile, his voice rougher than usual. "Yeah, son... real good," he said. "Glad y'all made it." His gaze flicked to Lily as she climbed down, legs wobbling a bit, that sundress clinging to every curve like a second skin, tits jiggling free under it, the hem riding high enough to flash a peek of those lacy panties he'd already memorized. Fuckin' hell... she's a damn tease, he thought, swallowing hard, eyes darkening with a hunger he couldn't shake.

Lily caught his stare for a split second, too quick to read it, and flashed that bright, innocent smile. "Hey, Tom! Got any cold beer in there?" she asked. "It's hot as Satan's ass out here!" Her voice was all sugar, no clue she'd just stoked a fire in the old man's gut that'd been cold for decades.

Jake slung an arm around her, oblivious, leading her inside. "C'mon, babe, let's cool off," he said. "Dad's got the good stuff stashed somewhere."

Tom trailed behind, boots heavy on the porch steps, his mind a mess of guilt and raw, pounding lust. She's my boy's wife... but God help me, I'd kill to taste that pussy, he thought, jaw tight, cock straining against his zipper as he watched her hips sway, that forbidden ache growing with every goddamn step she took.

Inside, the farmhouse was a sauna, the old ceiling fan creaking uselessly overhead. Lily kicked off her sandals, padding barefoot across the worn planks, her dress sticking to her like a lover's caress, outlining every inch of that killer body.

"Fuck, it's hotter in here than out there," she muttered, fanning herself with a hand. Her tits swayed with the motion, oblivious to the storm she was brewing in Tom's head.

She grabbed a rag from the kitchen, figuring she'd help out, and started wiping down the scratched-up oak coffee table in the living room. The Tennessee heat pressed down like a heavy hand, sweat beading on her neck, trickling slow and teasing down her cleavage, soaking that thin tank top 'til it was damn near transparent against her skin. She bent over, ass up high, those denim cutoffs riding low enough to show the top of her crack, the fabric digging into her cheeks like a fuckin' promise.

Tom sat out on the porch, gripping that rusty wrench like it'd save him, pretending to fix a busted lawn chair. His eyes kept darting through the open window, stealing glimpses he knew he shouldn't take. She's too fuckin' gorgeous... I'm goin' straight to hell for this, he thought, throat dry as dust, that grizzled cock of his swelling thicker with every peek.

Lily straightened up fast, catching him dead-on, his stare locked on her chest like he was starving for it. "Tom... what're you starin' at?" she stammered, voice shaking, half-shocked, half-embarrassed. Those nipples tightened under his gaze like they were begging for more.

Tom jolted like he'd been zapped, words tripping over themselves. "I... shit, I didn't mean to, darlin'," he blurted. "Don't mind me!" He shot up, damn near tripping over his own boots as he bolted out to the yard, heart slamming against his ribs like a caged beast. Fuck, she's my son's wife... I'm losin' my goddamn mind, he cursed silently, that thick cock throbbing painfully in his jeans.

Lily tugged her tank top higher, covering those ripe mounds, her mind spinning like a top. He saw my tits... oh God, that's so fuckin' embarrassing, she thought. But he didn't mean it, right? Just a slip... She didn't wanna be pissed--hell, she couldn't--just brushed it off with a shy shrug and kept scrubbing, though her skin buzzed where his eyes had burned into her.

By late afternoon, the heat was a goddamn tyrant, driving her to the bathroom to rinse off the day's grime. She stripped down slow, letting the cool water cascade over her naked curves, rivulets running between those heavy tits, down her flat belly, dripping off that smooth, bald pussy she kept shaved just for Jake's hungry mouth.

She sighed, rubbing soap over her skin, suds clinging to her nipples as she arched into the spray. "Finally, some damn relief... this heat's a bitch," she murmured to herself. Her fingers lingered a little too long between her thighs, brushing that sensitive clit, a soft moan slipping out before she caught herself. Fuck, not now... Jake's out there, she thought.

She stepped out, wrapping a towel loose around her dripping body. A pair of lacy white thong panties--barely a scrap of fabric, the kind that dug into her slit and showed every damn curve--lay slung over the edge of a chair nearby. She'd worn them that morning, the damp lace still carrying her scent from hours of sweat and that faint, musky tang of arousal Jake always stirred up in her.

Tom shuffled in a few minutes later, boots scuffing the worn floorboards, aiming to grab a towel from the rack after a long day pretending he wasn't losing his shit over her. His eyes landed on that tiny thong, sitting there like a goddamn siren call, and he froze, gut twisting hard. Lily's panties... fuck, why'm I even lookin' at this? he thought. Shame screamed at him to turn tail and run, but lust roared louder, his cock swelling thick and heavy in his jeans.

He hesitated, trembling fingers brushing the lace, the soft fabric electric under his touch. No fuckin' way... but I want it so bad... just a sniff, what's it gonna hurt? he bargained with himself, losing the fight faster than a sinner in a revival tent.

He snatched them up, lifting them to his nose, inhaling deep--a sweet, musky hit of her skin slammed into him, mingling with sweat and that intoxicating whiff of her pussy. His knees damn near buckled, mind reeling. She smells like fuckin' heaven... I'm goin' crazy! he thought.

Lust took over, drowning out every shred of guilt. He ducked into a shadowy corner of the bathroom, unzipping his jeans with shaky hands. That grizzled dick sprang free--thick, veiny, already leaking at the tip from just her scent alone.

Wrapping her thong around it, the lace teasing his shaft, he stroked slow and deliberate. "Lily... fuck, your cunt's gotta be so tight..." he muttered under his breath, imagining that sweet, bald pussy dripping wet and begging for him.

His strokes turned frantic, hips bucking into his fist, the thong soaking up every drop of pre-cum. "Oh shit... Lily..." he groaned low and guttural. Hot, sticky cum erupted, splattering across the lace, dripping down his knuckles as he gasped, chest heaving like he'd run a damn mile.

Reality crashed in hard the second he caught his breath. What the fuck did I just do? She's my son's wife! he thought, panic gripping him. He scrambled to the sink, rinsing the thong under the tap, scrubbing frantically with soap to erase the evidence. If she finds this, I'm a dead man, he prayed silently, hands shaking, water splashing over the edge.

Lily slipped back into the bathroom later, towel still wrapped loose around her dripping curves, to toss her laundry in the wash. She spotted those damp panties slung over the chair, frowning as she picked them up, bringing them close--a sharp, primal scent hit her, cutting through the faint soap suds like a knife.

Her eyes widened, heart skipping a beat. Wet? And... holy fuckin' shit, is that cum? she thought. She glanced around--Tommy was still out raising hell with his buddies, and Jake didn't jack off like some desperate perv; they fucked whenever they damn well pleased.

Her mind zeroed in, a flush creeping up her neck. Tom was here... no fuckin' way, did he...? she wondered, heat flooding her face, a twisted mix of shock and shame knotting her gut. He jacked off with my panties? That's so messed up... but why ain't I pissed? Poor bastard's been alone forever...

She stood there, torn, the musky scent lingering like a dirty little secret she couldn't shake. Her pussy tingled faintly as she clutched the thong, a shiver running through her she didn't dare name.