Chapter 9: Monster Cock versus MILF
A shout out to Kenjisato for his amazing editing skill and suggestions...
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Masturbating, Sex, Cream pie, Voyeurism, Aunt-Nephew, Old woman-Young man]
Friday...
As the evening's whispers turned into a symphony of seductive secrets, Nancy felt her heart pound in her chest. Through her bedroom window, the moon shone silvery, creating shimmering shadows on the walls that moved in time with her racing thoughts. The memory of their illicit encounter refused to go away, as her cheeks remained flushed from the heat of James' embrace, and the subtle aroma of his scent clung to her skin like a seductive ghost.
It was Nancy's first time lying, betraying her best friend, and playing around with her sexuality.
Nancy was still tingling from the thrilling experience of giving James, the stepbrother of her best friend Debby, a passionate kiss as she lay on her bed. She was shocked by the events that had just transpired. By telling James about Debby's scheme to make fun of him at a party, she had betrayed her best friend. And, in return, James had given her the most intense smooching and dry humping she had ever experienced!
She relived the passionate moments they had spent together, the way his hands had touched her curves with such hunger that it left her speechless. He left sweet, forbidden nectar on her lips that made her want more. The taste of him was a heady mixture of mischief and desire. It had been electrifying to feel his body against hers, sending waves of pleasure, like liquid fire, through her veins.
A trail of goosebumps followed; as her fingertips followed the path his mouth had taken, lingering on her delicate lips where his teeth had lightly scraped her skin.
Her dress's rumpled fabric was a silent reminder of the passion that had blazed between them in his home's silence like a wildfire. Her body was ablaze with need, and she could feel the ghost of his touch, the phantom caress of his fingers that had once danced along the edge of her clothes, teasing the swell of her breasts.
The temperature rose, and the tension in the air reflected the raging storm of emotions inside her. Nancy's thoughts swirled in a tempest of desire and guilt, a tumultuous cocktail that had her skin tingling and her body aching for release.
Her gaze landed on the open window with the curtains gently fluttering in the evening wind.
It whispered of the outside world, a world where her best friend lay in the dark, oblivious to the fiery betrayal that had unfolded beneath the same roof that Debby called her home.
Nancy's hand traveled across her body, the fabric of her dress whispering against her skin as she moved. The sensation sent shivers down her spine, a stark reminder of James' touch!
She bit her lower lip, relishing the sweet ache, as her thoughts became more daring. She felt an almost painful yearning as she recalled his powerful hands grabbing her hips and drawing her closer, their bodies moving in unison.
Her legs fell open of their own accord, the cool air brushing against her heated flesh as she allowed her mind to fully embrace the sinful images playing out in her thoughts.
Nancy couldn't stop thinking about the way James' lips felt on hers, the way his tongue explored her mouth, and the way his body pressed against hers.
Nancy felt a pang of guilt, as she thought about how she had betrayed Debby. She knew that Debby would be furious if she found out. But at the same time, she couldn't help but feel excited about the possibility of exploring her feelings for James further.
She opened her eyes and looked at the wall, where hung a picture of Debby; her best friend since her childhood. Nancy had been close to her since they first met. They were at elementary school together, and then high school; they were always together. They did everything together, always; at least, until this night.
She knew that it was wrong, but she couldn't help the way she felt. That was why she became afraid of it!
Yes, she only intended to go out for coffee with James that evening, and receive a kiss from him at the end of the night. Naturally, she had never hoped to spend time alone with him at his house, and she never even thought that they would get so intimate!
She could still feel his breath merging with hers during the intense kiss that they shared, the way his hands roamed over her body; she didn't even know such a pleasure existed! Every touch of his ignited a fire within her heart! And it also seemed to be that his touch was the only thing that could soothe this fire that was burning her entire body! It seemed as though he was both the cause and the effect of this strange, intense feeling she was having.
He touched her in a way that made her feel like she was being crushed by enormous waves of pleasure. She wanted more, more of this feeling, more of this pleasure, and he was doing exactly that— like a maestro who knew how to play the instrument, even though she did not realize it, until he had already done it! And before long, she was caught off guard by a strong orgasm that rocked her very being!
She felt wet and itchy down there from the memories of the whole episode, so she firmly pressed the pillow between her legs to experience that feeling again. The pillow was insignificant in comparison to the rock-hard penis that was simply pressed against her when he held her in his lap!
To relieve the itch that was bothering her, she began to rub the pillow between her legs and pressed it as firmly as she could against her kitty.
The anticipation grew with every passing second, her breaths coming in shallow gasps, as she approached the apex of her desire. The soft moan that escaped her lips was barely audible; a silent confession of the need that then consumed her. The fabric of her panties grew damp with arousal, the material clinging to her as she grew wetter with every passing moment.
The pillow wasn't enough to satisfy her need, her hand slipped under the waistband, the soft cotton brushing against her swollen folds as she sought the warmth and slickness that awaited her. She found her clit, already swollen and aching for the pressure she knew would bring her the release she craved. Nancy's eyes closed, her head falling back against the pillow, as she began to circle the sensitive nub with the pad of her thumb. The sensation was exquisite, a direct line to the molten core of her need that James had so expertly stoked.
With her other hand, she cupped her breast, the nipple already a tight peak that begged for attention. She pinched it gently, rolling the tender flesh between her thumb and forefinger, the sensation shooting straight to her core. The dual assault on her senses brought back the feeling of his mouth on hers, his tongue plunging deeply as if he wanted to devour her from the inside out. Her hips began to rock in time with her hands' movements, helping to build the friction with every pass over her sensitive bud.
The sound of her own pleasure grew louder, the room echoing with the soft, needy noises she couldn't hold back. Nancy's breath hitched, as she slipped a finger inside herself, the wetness of her arousal making it easy to glide in and out. The digit mimicked the thickness of James' cock, which she had felt straining against his pants during their encounter. The memory of his erect penis sent a shiver of excitement through her, and she pushed in another finger, the stretch sending waves of pleasure that rippled through her body.
Her thumb continued to circle her clit with a steadfast rhythm, the pressure increasing as she approached the precipice of her climax. The feeling grew more intense with every stroke, her muscles tightening in anticipation. The room spun around her, the world narrowing to the focus of her own pleasure, as she chased the high that James had introduced her to. Her body began to quiver, the tension coiling tighter with every beat of her racing heart. She could almost feel him above her, his breath hot against her ear, as he whispered naughty things that made her body burn with a fiery lust.
Her other hand abandoned her breast to glide down her stomach, her fingertips tracing the path her dress had taken earlier in the night. She reached the apex of her thighs, the heat of her arousal reaching up to meet her hand like a lover's embrace. She slipped a third finger into herself, the sensation of fullness making her gasp aloud. The sound of her wetness filled the room, a testament to the depth of her need. The rhythm of her hand grew more erratic, her body moving of its own accord as it sought the peak of ecstasy.
Her thoughts grew hazier, the line between reality and memory blurring, until she could almost feel James' confined cock pressed against her, his hips rolling into hers with a passion that stole her breath away. Her fingers quickened, the delicious friction sending sparks of pleasure through her body like a thousand tiny stars. The tension grew, coiling tighter with every stroke, a serpent of desire that had her writhing on the bed.
Nancy's toes curled, her legs quivering as the first tremors of her orgasm began to build. Her hips bucked, seeking more, craving the release that hovered just out of reach. She bit down hard on her bottom lip to stifle the cry that threatened to escape her throat, her body bowing in silent ecstasy as she pushed herself closer and closer to the edge. The world around her faded into nothingness; only the pounding of her heart and the sweet agony of her desire!
With a final, desperate stroke, she found her release, her body convulsing with the intensity of it. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, the sensation so potent it brought tears to her eyes. Her inner muscles clenched around her fingers, the spasms sending shockwaves through her core that seemed to shake her to her very soul. She threw her head back, a keening moan escaping her lips as she rode the crest of her climax, her body shaking with the force of her passion.
As the waves of pleasure began to recede, Nancy felt a pang of sadness. The bittersweet realization that it was all just a memory, a fleeting moment of bliss that could never be recaptured, not in this way! She slowly withdrew her hands, the dampness a stark reminder of her betrayal. But even as the guilt washed over her, she couldn't deny the hunger that remained; the insatiable craving for James that had only grown stronger with each passing second.
Her breathing grew more even, the sound of her pulse echoing in her ears like a distant drum. She rolled over onto her stomach, the coolness of the sheets a stark contrast to the heat of her body. Her cheek pressed into the pillow, she allowed herself to succumb to the darker thoughts that had been lurking in the shadows of her mind. Thoughts of James, of his touch, his taste, his scent! The way his hands had roamed over her body as if it was the most precious treasure he had ever found.
