of my most secret of places. His roundness tucked inside the inner rim of my feminine embrace and paused momentarily.
“No one ever finds out about this,” he whispered, reminding me that our tryst was sinful. My hair clung to my back as he brushed it aside and bit my neck feverishly. I fell under his devilish spell once more and gave myself to him.
“No,” I assured him. “Never!” There was a guilty pleasure quickly seducing my heart, as I crossed it to prove my secrecy. I was breathless.
He pushed himself inside me, slowly widening my tight tenderness to allow his plunging manhood a full introduction to my virgin blossom. I could feel every inch of his manliness filling my pinkness, squeezing into my taut passage, mining for more. I moaned aloud, squealing in pleasure and pain. He reached up and covered my mouth, silencing my shrill voice.
“Shhh,” he soothed me. “I’ll be gentle.”
Every pulsating inch of his vessel was inside me as I clamped down around him, holding him in place. With a slow and steady stroke, he pulled away, leaving a narrow path of swollen thirst in his wake. I bucked up against him, thrusting him back inside.
“Oh, you like that?” he asked rhetorically, grabbing my hair like reigns and pulling away again. “I knew you were the bad sister!”
My round ass bent toward him, begging for him to fill me again. He taunted me, teasing my quivering clit with his head. Gliding through my slit and circling his tip around my awaiting hollow, he snaked in and retracted over and over again, never fully entering me to quench my burning desire. I bucked again, thrusting my hips back forcefully as I swallowed him with an eagerness to finally be taken.
“Take me,” I begged him, giving him permission to make love to my body any which way he pleased.
And just like that, Andrew cinched my hips in his strong grip and whisked me around to the counter where my tea still steeped. Propping me up and setting me on the counter, he spread my legs and guided his shaft between them. I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him into me. A solid stroke to the depths of my virginity made me squeal again.
He pressed his hands down on my shoulders to meet my resistance and plunged inside me again, filling my pleasure walls to the brim with his flesh. The pressure inside my hips sent chills up my spine as my skin chilled under his touch. My ripe nipples hardened on my pert breasts, calling for his kisses. He cupped my breast and took my flesh in his mouth again, kissing and suckling among his groans.
“You’re so tight,” he exclaimed, his voice muffled.
I was too high on sexual ecstasy to reply. Something deep inside me was happening. Tiny tremors of tingling bliss were forming. I was swelling inside as my tenderness palpitated against his shaft. I was sensing a crescendo of orgasmic proportions pulsating through my veins. My heart raced, my body shuttered and my voice squeaked as a waterfall of heavenly delight exploded around him, seeping down his manhood. This only excited him more as he grew within my moist hug, gliding slowly against my intensity.
Pushing my mug of tea aside hastily, he climbed up on the counter and laid his body on mine. With his jeans still around his knees and his shirt still hanging over his body, he crawled between my knees, slipping deeper inside as he held his weight over me with his arms. His hips thrust downward, burrowing for his climax. I reached under his shirt and hastily explored the planes of his chiseled chest. Digging my fingernails into his skin, I clawed him hungrily, urging him to fulfill his desires. Pumping vigorously between my thighs, his deep moans signaled his release.
He fell into me with all of his weight and my body buckled under him. Pressed against the countertop, I finally breathed in exhaustion. My thighs throbbed as the last of his strength pulsated down his shaft inside me. He climbed off of me quickly, pulling up his jeans and buckling his belt. I still laid nude on the counter, my legs spread wide open. Tucking in his shirt, he reminded me, “Don’t tell your sister about this.” He picked my towel up off the floor and flung it in my direction.
“I won’t,” I assured him, covering my bare body, feeling vulnerable again.
“Not a word,” he repeated, holding his finger up to his lips as he backed out of the front door, grabbing his hat and slipping out of the bunkhouse, disappearing into the night.
The next morning, I awoke to my kid sister screaming as she ran across the lawn and banged on my door.
“Kendall!” she yelled. “Kendall, wake up!”
I slipped an oversized t-shirt over my head and climbed down to the kitchen, walking past the mug full of tea still sitting on the counter. I opened the door to find my little sister waiting for me with a huge smile across her face.
“Kendall, you missed it! You missed it! Get dressed and come to breakfast, Andrew has just proposed to Carly!”
His Rules By Carmen Cox
“Christa. My office. Now,” Mr. Hammond insisted sternly.
“But I didn’t do anything,” she argued.
“Now,” Mr. Hammond ordered, tapping his ruler across his palm.
Christa knew he meant business…again. The sound of his ruler slapping his hand brought back memories of the last time she was in trouble. Mr. Hammond had accused her of cheating on a test before. While the other students finished their essays, Mr. Hammond’s dished out his own sentence. Only Mr. Hammond’s idea of punishment included bending her over his desk and paddling her.
Christa felt a warm tingle under her pleated skirt as she stood up and walked past the other students in her row. Something told her she was in for another spanking, and just thinking about it made her skin quiver. It wasn’t fair that Mr. Hammond always picked on her. She hadn’t even cheated this time. If fact, she wasn’t even sure what she had been called out for yet. She was certain about one thing though. He was going to use that ruler again.
As she made her way to the front of the class, Christa gazed at her teacher. His stern frown lifted as he glared at her with those deep green eyes and tapped the ruler on his hand again. The sound of the wooden stick slapping his bare skin was an indication of punishment, but little did he know, Christa hadn’t been scared straight by his last lashing. In fact, the tingle shooting through her luscious, curvy ass cheeks was her body’s reaction to how much it turned her on.
Mr. Hammond, a heavenly handsome tall drink of water, nodded toward the door and told the class to continue with the lesson. He took Christa by the arm and led her down the hall to his office, swinging his ruler alongside her. Christa walked in first. He closed the door behind them and pulled down the shade.
“You’ve been a bad girl again, Christa,” he whispered as he locked the door.
“But I didn’t- “ she started to say again, but Mr. Hammond moved close and pressed his finger on her mouth.
“Shhh,” he insisted. His forefinger brushed along the planes of her plump pink pout-a little too slowly — as he sighed. “Now, you must be punished for cheating, young lady.”
Submitting to his power, Christa just nodded and whispered, “Yes, sir.”
“Cheating is wrong,” he told her. “Maybe you should try studying, instead of running around with all of those college boys I see you with.”
Christa never knew that Mr. Hammond paid attention to her extracurricular life. Her smile hitched under his touch. He was a dirty man after all.
“What do those boys have to offer you?” he asked. “They’re young, dumb and full of cum. You need a man in your life.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered under the weight of his finger, arching her brow and hoping he would be the man to show her what that meant.
Mr. Hammond’s finger grazed her tender lips, pulling her bottom lip down as it glided down her neck, slowly tracing the lines of her clavicle. His deep eyes made their way down Christa’s body, stopping briefly at her supple
