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Erotic Couplings Southern Hospitality Ch. 01
She's the only one who can make him forget his manners.
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"So are you going to do more than just watch?" he said.
I just stood there, frozen. I told myself to snap out of it and thought of the few other regrets I'd had when placed in situations like this before. I had to do something or else I'd regret this one too. Suddenly empowered, I responded coyly, "that depends on what'd you like to do exactly" as I stepped out of the shadows and into the room, facing him.
He grinned, still holding his very stiff member in one hand, looking up at me.
"So how do YOU think we should approach this?"
I continued to watch him stroke and tug which made me wet. I was flustered and could barely speak or think. But I knew I had to say something.
"Well," I began, "if you want to be a good boy, I can continue watching you, you can watch me, and we'll be even."
"Or we can do what we really want to do- throw caution to the wind and have some fun!"
He paused for a moment, chuckled, and said "oh what the hell! Door #2 it is!"
Picking up the play on words, I countered, "well it definitely can be if you hit the right spot!" I beamed.
We had known each other for not too long and what was about to happen was against everything we had personally worked for in life. We both had loving partners, children, and stature in the community. Our partners were friends and we had all begun hanging out together as a foursome more and more in the last few months. I had already run through many scenarios in my head as fantasy from a foursome to me watching he and his wife, him watching us, me and his wife alone, watching mine with him-everything. But this...this took the cake.
I climbed into their enormous bed, facing him, legs matching his legs' open sprawl, feet touching. He never stopped stroking but his pace did quicken once I sat in front of him. I was wearing an old t-shirt with no underwear, as I liked to let her breathe when I slept. I began kneading my heavy but not overly ample breasts through the cloth while staring into his eyes. He continued to stroke himself, staring at my now glistening cunt, with his head down in a daze. It's like he was fantasizing while still participating! He'd always been a man of few words but this was just guttural. He began to grunt as my hands moved all over my torso, with one settling on my soft mound. I began to rub my button with the pads of my fingers, slowly, encircling the tiny thing with manual dexterity. He grunted as his strokes became longer and harder. I continued to watch and get more turned on which made me rub myself even harder. I began to moan, hiss, and shudder as I brought myself to orgasm.
I pulled the shirt over my head slowly and let my perky but heavy breasts drop slowly from the cloth. Suddenly he snarled out, "Now finger yourself." He was demanding, insistent, and forceful- and I liked it!
I continued to work my pulsating nib, rubbing my swollen labia just before making his wishes come true. I started with one finger, but I was so wet that it meant nothing, so I went to two. His breathing became more labored and intense, along with his stroking. I could tell he was about to come since his balls had begun to contract and his legs were trembling. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as I pumped my hand in and out my sopping hole to his rhythm. We both convulsed and came in unison, surprisingly. Not completely spent, he let go of his still semi-hard rock and motioned me over. I crawled on all fours between his legs and straddled his hips, making sure my clit was in contact with his shaft. He moaned and urged my movements on as I rocked my hips back and forth for extra pleasure. I could feel him stiffening so I sat up on my knees just enough to let him slip inside me. As of this moment we still had not kissed. Feeling the muscles of my vagina contract around him, he became more aggressive. He grabbed me by the nape and pulled me close to his face, staring into my eyes as we thrust together. I could see the beads of sweat form on his forehead as his breath quickened. Soon he began to grunt and snarl, like an animal, as I picked up speed on his dick. In one move he let go of my neck, slapped me across the face, grabbed my face and squeezed my cheeks in one hand as he roughly kissed me, biting my lips. There was so much pain and pleasure at once I didn't know what to feel. I was even more turned on!
"Fucking choke me and call me your little bitch!" I implored. He happily obliged. "Tell me I'm your fuck slut!"
"You're my little fuckslut and I'm going to fuck you up real good, darling."
I continued to grind my hips into his, wanting to take in every inch, but he knew more had to be done. Just when I thought he was going to come again, he locked my legs around his waist and flipped me over to my back. He was still strong and solid from his days in the military. No six pack, but firm and massive in the arms, legs, and chest- where it counts. My eyes widened with anticipation as I grew anxious for what was coming next. He plowed into my cavern deep and hard. His balls slapped my ass as my thighs clenched around his waist, trying to bring him even deeper into me. I could feel the tip of his dick hitting my cervix and g-spot over and over again. I could barely contain my squeals of delight. He continued to grunt and sweat and pump into me furiously, while never breaking his gaze into my eyes. I tried to close my eyes in ecstasy, but each time he'd slap my face, squeeze it, and kiss me hard while fucking me. It was so primal!
His strokes got shorter and faster and I just knew he was going to shoot his load. So I reached down and grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed before he could erupt. He had closed his eyes for that quick moment but when he opened them, he knew what I had done and laughed mischievously.
"Well, well, well...I think you're going to regret that."
He looked crazed- almost how Manson looked, like, always. He dripped with sweat as his eyes narrowed with mischief. I was actually a little scared, but I trusted him with my life, so I knew this was part of the game. He sat up on his knees, yanked me to mine and shoved my mouth onto his throbbing member.
"Now you're going to suck me good and hard until I tell you to stop. And then I'm going to pound your face until you choke on it, okay my little cunt bitch?"
Before I could respond, he shoved me down again to do as I was told. I could taste our sweet and salty mixture on his shaft, which amused me, since I had never tasted semen before. We're taught to duck, dodge, and avoid, so that's what I did all these years. Who knew it would be so good?! He palmed my head further onto his length as I began to choke and gag. My mouth filled with spit as my eyes teared up from his girth. I coughed and gagged as I struggled to allow him in deeper. I could feel the tip touch my tonsils when I nearly lost it and had to push away.
"Oh no" he said, "it looks like you lost something...let me help you find it again!" as he shoved his prick back into my throat hard. Then he began pinching and twisting my nipples as I sucked him down. My throat had begun to adjust to his size and I was finally able to lick his shaft while he fucked my throat, which he apparently really liked. He reached down and began fingering my cunt, driving me wild. I began to leak, or squirt as some would say, which pleased him further.
"You really like that, huh, you little cumslut? Don't you?" He placed in his fingers in his mouth and tasted my juices. "Ummmm hmmmm you're a sweet lil' thang," as he yanked my head back and bent down to kiss me deep. He was a Southern gentleman at heart, but obviously, had a wild side. His tongue gave me welcome solace with its softness and texture. I tried to regain my composure but he just wouldn't let me. "Now let's get some more of that pussy milk flowing for my cock." In a low growl he whispered in my ear, "turn around so I can fuck you nice and deep". As soon as I turned, he slapped me square on the ass cheeks hard enough to sting and regain my deference. This man was turning me on so much with his nice/naughty act that I began rubbing my clit waiting for his entry. He enjoyed watching me work but wanted more. He bent down and licked my ass while making rounds to my love hole. He stuck his tongue in and slurped me down while nibbling on my swollen cunt lips. I began to shudder on my shaky knees and knew I could barely take anymore. He reached around my waist and pulled me back into position and forced my head down to the pillow with my ass in the air.
"Don't worry, I've got you," he said.
And there he was- the man I knew on a day-to-day basis. Although we were definitely having fun with our words, he was still himself through and through. He's a caring and easy-going guy who wants to make sure things are done properly and well. Even hardcore fucking, I guess.
The pillow was cool and inviting as I sank into its retreat. I could feel him rubbing his veiny shaft on and between my ass cheeks. I think he was trying to gauge my reaction for anal. So I decided to help him out and moan a bit while sticking my ass further out for him to experience. He grabbed one cheek in his hand and spread it to see my pucker game. Still rubbing his head on my cheeks he circled it with an already licked finger. My body began to vibrate all over from this new and wonderful sensation. Then he began slipping his cock into my soaking cunt slowly.
"Please fuck me," I begged. "I need you inside me now!" I moaned.
He pulled out of me, holding his mast in his hand while rubbing my ass. I turned to look at him incredulously. Then he slapped both cheeks hard enough to make me yelp. Once again, he showed me he was in control. And before I knew it, he plunged back into my territory, completely scratching my itch, as I let out a sigh of relief.
"Please fuck me," I begged again. And with this, he smirked, grabbed my hips, and began pumping in and out of me with long, hard strokes. I grabbed a fistful of sheet and bit the pillow as I tried to muffle a scream. He jerked the pillow away from me.
"I want to hear you scream," he said.
Still concerned about possibly being caught, I warned him, "I shouldn't".
He slapped my ass and said "yes, you should".
"Then fuck me harder" I hissed. So he did.
He continued to thrust and pound my kitten until my eyes rolled back into my head and I just had to scream.
"Oh my fucccking god," I moaned loudly, which really got him going. "Fuck me baby, oh my god you feel so fucking good. I can feel you everywhere! Don't stop!" I could feel him hitting my G-spot over and over making my legs shake and pussy drip.
And then he did what I thought he might do- as I was just beginning to squirt, he stuck his finger into my tight little asshole and held it there. Looking back on it, I just have to shake my head because I felt he was using special tactics against me and I had no choice but to surrender. I screamed out, "mother fucker- fuck you, fuck me" as I creamed and squirted simultaneously, which I had only done once before in my life. He continued to hold my hip with his other hand as my whole body seized which of course, tightened my grip on his cock. My body tremored as he plowed faster and faster into my tunnel. Feeling him about to burst, I quickly turned around so I could receive his gooey goodness and boy did I get it. He moaned loudly as he shot his load all over my waiting lips, tongue, and throat. I swallowed his salty goodness and sucked the last bit from his throbbing member as he collapsed onto the bed, completely spent.
Looking up at the ceiling he said "Best. Fuck. Ever."
Caressing his still semi-hard prick softly, I cooed, "but will it be the last?"
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He bit his lip to stifle any response and swiftly made his way upstairs to the relative safety of his own room, letting out a relaxed sigh, glancing at his phone, still on his desk as if expecting it to buzz. To his relief, it remained silent.
The rest of the evening proceeded without incident, allowing him the opportunity to relax and unwind. To help him with this, he spent an hour on facetime with Veronica, one his friends. She seemed a little off, constantly trying to hide and stifle small laughs and giggles. He figured she must have been watching something funny on YouTube as they were speaking but he was uncertain.
Eventually, though he found himself yawning, a tiredness setting in and he made his excuses to Veronica, she waved, a bright and almost teasing smile on her lips as she shook her head, giggling again as she hung up the call.
He stretched his arms out as he made his way to the bathroom. As he entered, intending to step into the shower he spotted himself in the mirror.
The same slender teen looked back at him as had the night before. But planted on the soft skin of his cheek was a very vibrant and incredibly obvious lipstick mark, the colour a dark cherry and perfectly shaped like Laura's luscious lips.
He stared at himself, humiliated and embarrassed, realising now what his mom and Veronica had been laughing about. Flushed with colour he rolled up a bunch of toilet roll and dampened it with water, started to dab and rub at the lipstick, but it only served to smear it around.
Biting his lip in concentration he opened up the bathroom cabinet and poked through the bottles until he found his mom's makeup remover and some white cotton balls. He'd seen his friends use these often enough that embarrassingly he knew how to remove makeup. He added a drop of creamy fluid to the cotton ball and started to wipe gently at his face.
A coldness spread across the cheek that began to burn after a few moments, but to his relief, the makeup was starting to come off. He worked at the stain until finally, his skin was clear of her lipstick, albeit red where he had been rubbing.
Despite his humiliation, he saw no point in dwelling on it. His mom wouldn't mention it and for all Veronica knew it had been a classmate who had left the mark, they wouldn't suspect the cougar next door. He set about getting ready for bed, avoiding contact with his mom. For tonight at least the humiliation was a little fresh in his mind.
He showered, washed, dried and pulled on his boxers. He had a drink of cool water and brushed his teeth before heading off to the comforting embrace of his bed. He switched off the light and climbed under the covers, finally letting out a breath of relaxation and feeling the flush from his cheeks diminish. He could kind of see the funny side of it.
As he lay under his covers he bit his lips, his thoughts kept straying to the sight of Laura, at her door, on display to him. Not a young delicate little twig like his friends, but a full figured buxom woman.
He bit his lip and moved his hand down into his boxers, feeling his hand wrap around his hard cock, feeling it throb in his hands. He closed his eyes and started to work his own shaft, his mind filled with thoughts of her as he played with himself.
He writhed in his bed a little, hand moving up and down his cock as he thought of her, thought of her naked, of them together, she had certainly enraptured him. "A-ah... Laura.." he whispered to himself as he came, rather quickly, dirtying a sock with his small load as he relaxed back into the hot sheets, tossing the sock onto the floor and soon finding himself asleep.
He awoke in the morning to another pretty normal day. His everyday routine passed without incident, save for a smirk from his mom and some teasing from Veronica, though she seemed genuinely happy for him, her curiosity to discover who had kissed him was persistent and unashamed, but to her chagrin, he remained resolute in his secrecy.
He returned home to find his mom looking somewhat sheepish, holding out a very familiar laptop in front of her. "Um.. Laura said she thinks she accidentally deleted a bunch of important photos while sorting them and wondered if you could save them? She sounded very worried.."
He stared at the laptop incredulously. He hadn't even been in the house for five minutes, he hadn't even gotten his shoes off. "...Fine." he said, taking the laptop, his voice conveying his annoyance and frustrations.
"..If you get them back maybe she'll give you another thank you kiss?" She teased a little, trying to brighten his spirits.
He let out a soft little sigh but smiled to her. "Heh, yeah, maybe." He tucked the laptop under one arm and kicked his shoes off, wandering upstairs. No messing around tonight. He'd see if he could recover them and get the laptop back to Laura within half an hour.
He set the laptop down on the still cleared space on his desk and opened it up, switching it on as he turned on his own PC, settling down in his chair and stretching his arms out above his head with a yawn, blinking a few times as he relaxed.
He watched as the laptop logged in, pleased to see his small array of security programs hum into life. His first port of call was 'My pictures' and to his surprise, it wasn't full of photos of herself as he
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