Secret Desires (6 page)

He stepped between
her limbs, and his hands grasped her hips. As he advanced toward her, his erect cock pressed against the shimmering flesh. It had been so long since he’d been with a woman. A whole year, in fact. He didn’t think he would last too long.

Rachel
jumped when Tate’s bulbous head pushed between her outer folds and entered the slick, narrow canyon. He was only an inch inside her, and already he was struggling to control the orgasm that threatened to consume him.

Rachel
softly moaned as the tip of his sizeable mass shifted into position. The round head throbbed at the narrow opening as her leaking juice coated his smooth member. Tate’s hands reached beneath her seated body and clutched her sore ass cheeks. As his fingers dug into the flesh he drew her forward, simultaneously pressing his cock at the entrance to her core.

She winced and softly cried out as the walls stretched wide. The penetration of his pulsating head was accompanied by her sharp groans and his soft, reassuring sighs.
Gently, Tate eased deeper inside. Her fingers tightened their hold on the edges of the desk as she shuddered in delight. His fingers rhythmically squeezed her ass as his hips pumped, spearing deeper into her wet cunt.

Rachel
moaned aloud as his throbbing prick filled her aching pussy. Soon, tingling warmth erupted in her loins as his hardness filled her core with throbbing affection. His come seeped from the tip and mixed with her flowing essence. As it did, her body gripped the shaft, bathing it in hot wetness. He glided in and out of her juicy centre.

Rachel
's form writhed in pleasure. Her breasts jiggled with each thrust, nipples erect against the fabric of her nightgown. His long prick reached inside her, and he rubbed his thumb over her clitoris, stimulating her. Juice soaked her sex and dripped from the swollen pink folds as he repeatedly pierced her centre, driving deeper with each stroke.

"Ah!" her voice softly exclaimed each time his cock
thrust into her core. His steel-hard prick extended into her succulent canal, the walls fluttering around his shaft, coaxing droplets of thick cum from the tip.

The incredible heat in her loins mounted and moved upward. Her face flushed red with excitement. Droplets of perspiration formed on her luminescent skin. T
ate grunted with each driving thrust, pummeling his step-sister with his erect cock. Her groans intensified as ripples of pleasure grew stronger, pushing her closer to sexual release.

Her fingers tightened around the edge of the desk as he slammed into her supple body, vibrating her entire being with ripples of delight. She momentarily tensed, feeling as if every muscle was flexing.

A second later she moaned aloud in breathless declarations of joy and shuddered in spasms of ecstasy. Her flesh powerfully quaked as flowing juice bathed his moving prick and dripped from the quivering pink folds of her pussy.

The orgasm peaked and faded, but Tate was still far from done. He pulled himself from her and sat on the bed. Rachel looked at him quizzically, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

Tate
pulled Rachel onto his lap, where his stiff cock re-entered her steamy core. Their mouths hungrily met in passionate tongue kissing. The wet muscles entwined, shamelessly rubbing against one another. His hands reached up and grasped her bouncing breasts. He squeezed on the firm swells, feeling as she shuddered atop him in delight.

Tate pumped upward as Rachel rocked up and down, pivoting at the knees. Her head titled back and she softly moaned up at the ceiling. His strong fingers gently kneaded the mounds and prodded her hard nipples, adding to the pleasurable sensations that filled her loins. Sweat ran down her body as essence seeped from her belly.

Rachel kissed Tate, faster and harder, pushing her tongue deeper into his mouth. He responded in kind, caressing her creamy globes with renewed excitement.

Rachel interrupted the kiss and leaned back, groaning sharply as a second climax approached.

"Oh!" Rachel excitedly gasped. She was so close.

Her body suddenly froze before erupting in wild spasms of delight. The tingling warmth in her loins radiated outward, throughout her writhing form. The breath was ripped from her searing lungs as sweat rolled down her skin. Her frantic cries of pleasure filled the room.

Her body relaxed after the brief eruption of intense pleasure. Tate lifted her off his lap and guided her into a kneeling position before him. Rachel stared at his swollen member. It glistened with a mixture of juice and seed; a drop of cum had collected at the tip and stubbornly clung to the rounded head. Tate was impressed with himself thus far; it had taken a great deal of restraint not to spill his seed too soon.

She looked at his magnificent staff in awe
. Her hands reached forward and supported the base of his towering stem. Her mouth moved in and commenced sucking on him.

His hands tenderly cradled the back
of her head, guiding her movements. The leaking drop of semen finally rolled onto her tongue, and Rachel swallowed it down.

Tate
pulled her head down and pushed the tip of his cock to the back of her throat. He was going mad with desire.

Tate groaned
in delight as the sensitized tip rubbed along the length of her amazing tongue and slid down her velvet-smooth throat. Tingling pressure gripped his balls and lower belly as the building pressure peaked.

As his fingers sifted
through her long hair, he pumped into her wondrous mouth. Rachel engulfed him in hot wetness. She moved him to the brink of orgasm. His soft grunts grew louder as the seed advanced from his balls. Tingling pressure filled his loins and pulsating penis.

"
Uh!" he exclaimed as the orgasm rocketed through his body, forcing thick, hot cum into her mouth.

The sudden flood of semen overwhelmed her mouth. She quickly swallowed what she could as the rest oozed from the corners of her mouth.
Rachel kept sucking for the duration of his climax until his cock was nice and clean.

When he was done she looked
into his eyes and he smiled down at his willing step-sister.

By Cat Fields

Sadie and Georgia had been best-friends since they could recall. All of their earliest memories were of each other, because their mothers were long time friends from high school. Now in their final year of high-school, Sadie and Georgia were as close as ever, even though the years had changed their personalities dramatically since they were children.

Sadie had become withdrawn in recent years; bookish and shy. She was thin, small breasted, and petite, with long, curly brown hair. Whilst not unattractive, Sadie thought she was plain.

Georgia, on the other hand, had developed very early. She’d bought her first under-wire bra at eleven. Tall, voluptuous and beautiful, Georgia was someone to be envied. With her long caramel hair, sun-kissed skin, and a well-endowed chest, Georgia was extremely popular at school. Boys lined up to ask her on dates, but Georgia merely snorted at their attempts. She’d had many boyfriends over the years, but none had lasted long.

Sadie had never even been kissed.

Whilst the girls were as different as an apple and an orange, they were the closest of friends. Inseparable, the other students said.

None of the other students understood why the pretty and popular Georgia hung around that nerdy bookworm, Sadie. What they didn’t know, however, was that Sadie had been in love with Georgia for the last five years. Even Georgia had failed to notice this.

Sadie supposed she had always loved Georgia, even since they were children. She’d always known that she was different. It was only when she hit puberty did she notice that she was attracted to the same sex. She’d never told anyone this, not even her best friend, for she feared that Georgia would be horrified. After all, they’d seen each other in the nude multiple times, and shared baths as children. Sadie’s greatest fear was that Georgia would abandon her upon learning her sexual preference. She thought she might die if they were to ever have a falling-out.

So Sadie suffered in silence, withdrawing within herself in the hopes that no one would notice her ‘abnormality’ as she thought of it. However, Georgia had noticed a change in her best-friend over the years, and often wondered why Sadie sometimes seemed so sad.

She tried very hard to cheer Sadie up. Every weekend they had slumber-parties, like they did when they were twelve. Unknowingly, Georgia was just making Sadie fall deeper in love each second they spent together.

Life was becoming unbearable for Sadie, to the point where she considered telling Georgia everything, just to get it off her chest. Yet she was a coward.

Instead, Sadie lay awake during their sleep-over’s and listened to Georgia’s gentle snores, wanting to close the few inches between them on the fold-out-sofa, and touch her skin. But she couldn’t do it. Fear paralyzed her. 

It was a Saturday night, and Sadie and Georgia were doing an all-night thriller movie marathon. Sadie didn’t get scared very easily, but Georgia was absolutely terrified. Funnily enough, it had been Georgia to suggest the film line-up. Georgia had a habit of talking through films, but Sadie didn’t mind.

‘Ugh, don’t go in there,’ Georgia said through a mouthful of pop-corn. ‘Haven’t you watched a horror movie before? Why do they always go into dark places alone?’ 

Only a few seconds later, Georgia was cowering beside Sadie, hiding her face.

Sadie smiled, helping herself to more popcorn. There was one thing she enjoyed about scary movies, and that was the intimacy they shared during the ‘scary scenes’.

‘It’s okay. It’s over,’ Sadie lied. Georgia chanced a peek through her fingers, squealed with fear, and hid again.

‘You liar,’ she nudged her playfully.

‘Why do you like scary movies so much if you can’t watch them?’

‘I like suspense,’ Georgia said in a muffled voice.

That night was like any other. They watched movies, ate a lot, and tried to stay up as late as they could. They usually caved and went to bed at three o’clock in the morning.

Sliding between the cool sheets, Sadie waited for Georgia to finish brushing her teeth in the bathroom. When she returned, she wore a silk nightgown that was rather short. Sadie was used to Georgia’s skimpy attire, but it didn’t stop her staring every chance she could.

Georgia was beautiful. Curved, and pretty. Everything Sadie wasn’t. 

Georgia slid between the sheets next to Sadie, shivering slightly, and smelling of mint. Sadie rolled onto her side to face her, watching as Georgia made herself comfortable, her heavy breasts almost spilling over her silk night-dress. Sadie suddenly felt self-conscious on her old band t-shirt, and boy-shorts. How could she ever be good enough for Georgia?

Sadie watched Georgia sleep that night, imagining all the things she wanted to do to her best friend.  Georgia’s caramel hair curtained her face, and her legs were twisted around the bed sheets, showing much of her milky thighs. The thoughts alone were enough to make Sadie moist. Her fingers itched to slide into her shorts, and feel how wet she had become. She knew she would be dripping. Being mere inches from Georgia was enough to do this to her. Sadie had touched herself whilst Georgia slept on a number of occasions. She always felt guilty afterwards, like a pervert. But Georgia was a deep sleeper, and never stirred. Only then did Sadie dare to slide her fingers into her panties, and part her slick folds, finding the little nub. 

Sometimes she worried that she was too loud. Her breathing would become faster, and the motion of her arm sometimes shook the bed. Yet Georgia slept on and remained oblivious.

Sadie wasn’t sure whether this was a good thing or not. Part of the thrill was the thought of getting caught. But if Georgia was to ever wake up, she was sure the result would be humiliating.

As Sadie massaged her clit whilst watching Georgia sleep, she came close to climax and had to bite down onto her pillow. No noise escaped her mouth as her body writhed, and she grinded her hips against her hand. Finally, the rush came, and Sadie gasped involuntarily as the orgasm shook her. Beside her, Georgia stirred, startling Sadie. But she only rolled over and let out a gentle snore.

Catching her breath, Sadie settled down for the night and tried to sleep, her heart racing.

~

‘Hey Sade,’ Georgia said one evening after school. ‘We should go on a double-date some time.’

They had walked down to the creek, where there was a small park. Sadie swung gently on the swing set, while Georgia sat on the top of the slippery dip. No children were in sigh, and the only other sounds to be heard was the gentle rush on the creek behind them.

Sadie slowed the swing to a halt. ‘I don’t think so.’

‘Why not? You need to get out there and meet people. I can introduce you to some really nice guys.’

‘No thanks.’ Sadie dug her heels into the ground.

Georgia pursed her lips before going down the slippery-dip. ‘Have you ever kissed a boy before?’

Sadie took a moment to answer, before she shook her head, a blush creeping up her neck. ‘No.’

Georgia sighed, getting up and walking over to the next swing. ‘Don’t you
want
to?’