True to his word, James had made me unable to walk the next day. My dad seemed concerned when I told him I wasn't feeling good, and it was hard to keep a straight face with James grinning over his shoulder. After I assured him I was fine and just needed rest, he finally left, leaving James in my doorway.
"This is your fault," I hissed at him.
He leans against the doorway, "you said you could take it."
"And I did."
He smirks slightly, "yes you did princess." He looks over his shoulder briefly, "the parents are leaving for town soon, we could use the hot tub."
"That would be great," I grin. "Nothing like warm water to soothe aching muscles."
"A massage would help too," he says.
"Is that an offer?"
He swallows hard, "I'd love nothing more than to rub you down."
The tent being pitched in his pants gave testimony to his words, "I can see that."
His hand wanders to his zipper and slowly undoes it, letting his cock pop out. He grips it, stroking it as he stares into my eyes. He pumps it slowly, his hips moving slightly as he thrusts into his hand. My eyes flicker to the open door behind him and then back before my hands go to lift up my nightgown, letting him see my wet pussy.
Opening my legs, I start teasing my clit and James pumps his cock harder at the sight. I tease my clit more, slowly circling it as James breaths faster, "I want to cum in you," he grunts.
I spread my legs wider, "get in here then."
He rushes from the door, swinging it shut behind him before he's on the bed and inside me. He pumps twice before cumming and spilling himself inside me.
A knock on the door startles us, "I'm getting dressed!" I yell.
"Mary and I are going to town," my dads voice tells me on the other side. "Do you want anything?"
"No thanks dad," I answered.
"Ok sweetie, see you later."
He walks away and as his footsteps fade away I kiss James roughly, "fuck me," I tell him, biting his lip.
His cock hardens immediately inside me, and he's thrusting into me within seconds, his cum letting him slide easily. "I have something for us to try," he grunts. He stops and pulls out of me, reaching into his pocket for a packet.
"We don't need a condom," I reminded him. I'd gone to the clinic a few days ago and gotten a six month birth control shot.
He grins, "it's not a condom." He rips the packet open and puts a ring on his cock and presses the ball on it, making it buzz.
He's back inside me, his cock filling me and as he slides his entirety into me, the ring grazes my clit, making me buck and take him all into the very depth of me. He pulls out and thrusts again, harder this time but leaving the ring pressed against me for longer. He starts a game of long strokes paired with vibrating clit grazes until I'm bucking wildly under him, practically begging for more.
He doesn't give it to me though.
Instead, he pulls out and flips me over, pulling my hips up to meet his cock, his hand tangling in my hair as he sinks into me, his stomach pressing against my ass. The new position does interesting things inside me, letting James go deeper than he's ever been before.
He uses his one hand to pull me against him as he pounds me, my ass slapping against his abs. His other hand holds my hair firmly, not letting me go very far. His thrusts get harder as he nears his climax and he cums with a shout, slumping against my back as he catches his breath.
This was the first time I hadn't cum from James's fucking, and I wasn't sure if I should tell him or not. I shouldn't have given it a thought though, because a second later he's pulling out, trailing his cum behind him and putting me on my back. He takes the still vibrating ring from his cock and puts it over two fingers before he starts to finger me.
I moan as he grazes my sensitive spot with his fingers, the ring adding an interesting twist as it grazes my engorged clit. While his fingers pump in me, his other hand goes to my neck, squeezing the sides with just enough pressure to make me crazy.
My walls tighten around his fingers and he encourages me, "that's it princess, cum for daddy like the good girl you are."
My back arches as I cum, coating his hand in my fluids. I gasp as I lose all thought for several long moments, only slightly aware of James removing himself from me and laying next to me. When I return to myself I glance over at James who is looking at me softly, "what?" I ask him, feeling slightly self conscious.
"You're beautiful when you cum," he says softly.
"Well I only do it for you," I tease.
He gets a possessive look that surprises me, "good," he growls. "Your pussy is mine. For this summer at least." His possessiveness is a turn on. The fact that he wants me so badly that he's vocally claiming my body as his makes me want to mount him and ride him until we physically can't anymore.
And unfortunately that might be sooner than I want if the aching in my pussy is any indication. "I'm yours," I tell him. "Yours to fuck, yours to take care of. And you promised me a hot tub," I reminded him.
He smirks, "that I did princess."
He picks me up, not bothering with clothes since the parents were going to be gone for a few hours at least, and carries me out to the bubbling hot tub. He climbs in and sets me on the seat beside him. The hot tub bubbles around me and I lean my head against the rest. The boiling water did wonders for all my aching joints and parts.
The water moves as James situates himself and starts to rub me down just like he promised. His strong hands make quick work of the knots in my shoulders and the deep aches in my legs. "Mmm that's nice," I groan as his fingers press into a particularly sore spot. He massages me until all my knots are gone and he comes to sit beside me again.
His hand goes to his cock and he groans, "I'm always hard around you."
"Is that a bad thing?" I ask him, my hand sliding over his leg and wraps around his cock, replacing his hand with my own. His hips buck under me, making my hand slide down his shaft.
"No," he gasps as I grab his balls with my other hand and give them a squeeze.
Leaning in I grab his earlobe with my teeth and nibble gently, "good, because I'm always wet around you. I love the feeling of your cock inside me, filling me, pounding me." As I speak, I grip his cock how he likes and run my hand along it as I massage his balls. "I love feeling you cum with me, inside me. I love how you make my pussy quiver in anticipation and how you always make me cum hard."
James groans and moves me around, pinning me against the side of the hot tub with my tits pressed against it. I can feel his hard cock against my back and slipping between my cheeks, pressing against my asshole. "Are you ok with anal?" He asks, leaning his weight against me and pressing his cock harder against me.
I hesitate momentarily, "we can try."
"I'll be gentle," he promises, pushing gently into me little by little, filling a part of me that I never thought would be filled. "You ok?"
"It's... different," I tell him.
"Tell me if it hurts," he says, pulling out slowly.
It's definitely different, but not necessarily bad. He slides back in gently, snaking his hand to my pussy and starts to tease my clit as he pulls out and thrusts back in a little harder. The hot water sloshes around us as James moves faster, his fingers going into my pussy and pounds me in both holes.
The pressure is different than I expected, and it takes longer for my pleasure to build. "I want you.. in my pussy," I tell James, desperate for the release that wasn't coming with the anal.
He wastes no time in pulling out and moving me around to straddle his lap. My arms hook around his neck as he slides into my pussy. Moving my hips, I raise up and back down on his cock, moaning as I ride him. His hands grip my ass, moving me harder against him. The water sloshes rapidly around us, making waves as I ride his cock faster.
My pleasure builds quickly as his cock pounds my sensitive spots, and I cry his name as I cum. He moans as my walls tighten around his cock and he fills me with his cum.
We don't have time to enjoy the high however, as tires on the gravel driveway alert us to the parents coming back. We scramble to get out and race back inside, trailing water behind us. We make it to the bathroom and get the door closed just as the front door opens.
"James! Ali! We're back!" Mary yells. There's a moment before she's yelling again, "why is there water all over the floor!?"
James and I give each other a look before we burst out laughing. The adrenaline from the fucking and almost getting caught finally catching up to us. "Ali and I were in the hot tub!" He yells back, somehow managing to keep the laughter from his voice.
"And your son was in me, pounding me into oblivion," I whisper.
His eyes get hungry and he pushes me against the door, all laughter gone. His lips capture mine roughly, our wet naked bodies pressed against each other. His cock slips between my legs and I groan into his mouth as it grazes against my clit and I open my legs more, wanting him to fill me again.
James takes a hand and opens my folds, teasing me slightly before lifting my leg and holding it up so that my pussy is exposed before putting his cock at my entrance. He slides into me slowly, excruciatingly slowly, and we groan into each other when he's finally sheathed in me.
"James!" Mary yells, right outside the door.
We both freeze and James answers, "yeah mom?"
"Come clean this water up now. I almost fell."
"Ok mom, out in a minute," he tells her. "I'm almost done."
"Quickly!" She says before walking away.
We wait for her footsteps to disappear before James grins at me, "think you can cum quickly?"
"Can you?" I challenged.
His answer is to slide out and thrust into me deeply, making me gasp out loudly. His hand moves to cover my mouth, "hush princess." He starts thrusting into me deeply, his hand moving from my mouth to my clit and teasing my already engorged and sensitive spot. "That's it," he whispers huskily as he feels me tighten around him. "Cum princess, cum now."
I bite his shoulder to keep from screaming out as I cum and James holds me up as I collapse, exhausted. "Good girl," he whispers, kissing my head.
He slides his still hard cock out of me and sets me on the toilet, "you didn't cum," I half pout.
He digs in the cabinet and pulls out a towel that he ties around his waist. "Oh I'll have plenty of time for that later," he tells me. The towel is pitched over his cock and he takes several deep breaths and I watch in amazement as it disappears. "I'll deal with the parents, you shower and get back to your room. There's a long night ahead of us."
The day before we were scheduled to leave the cabin, James took me to town. The past two weeks were a blur of family outings, with James and I fucking whenever and wherever we could. We even managed to fuck in the hot tub again when the parents were asleep. James drove us to a nice restaurant and even opened the door for me when we walked in. We had never been here before, he had purposefully driven us an hour away so that nobody would recognize us if we got too handsy. "How many tonight?" The hostess asks. "Two," James tells her. She leads us to a small table near the back, smiling at us when James pulls out the chair for me. She waits until we are seated before handing over a wine menu, "would you like recommendations or do you have a particular favorite?" James doesn't even look at the menu, "bottle of Malbec please." She takes the menu back and disappears. When she's gone I whisper, "are you crazy? Neither of us are old enough to order alcohol." James smiles at me cockily,
The rest of the summer passed quickly and as our time together grew shorter, we found more and more reasons to be together. We fucked as often as we didn't, sometimes just going on car rides to talk about what we wanted with our lives. The intimacy of our conversations made the sex that much better, especially after we discussed our fantasies and insecurities. The night before James was supposed to go back to college, I found myself in his room, straddling his lap just like the first time. But instead of making out or riding him, we were just staring at each other. I know it sounds creepy, but it really wasn't. I'd gotten so used to the closeness of him over the summer that the thought of not seeing him again for months made my soul ache. "I'll miss you," I whisper. His hands grip me harder as he nuzzles my neck, "I'll miss you more princess." I pull back and take his face in my hands, kissing him with everything I have. He returns it, his tongue slipping into my mouth and caressi
That first month of college I didn't do anything except go to class, meals and then back to the room. I wasn't trying to be a hermit; there was just so much going on with my classes that I didn't have any free time for anything extra. That didn't stop my roommate Brandy from asking every weekend if I wanted to go out with her and her friends. "It's been a month Al, you need to get out of this room," she tells me as she puts on a very short black dress with nothing under it. I'd learned very quickly that Brandy was confident with her body and wasn't shy in showing it off. "I have projects due," I remind her, gesturing to my open books. "And so do you, we have three of the same classes." She waves me off, "look girl, college is about the experiences not just classes. You don't want to look back in twenty years and regret not going out and living your life. Plus you might get laid and judging by some of the sounds you make in your sleep, you need it." My face goes red. I had had
True to her word Brandy doesn't ask me out again until Halloween. When I reminded her of our deal she argued that it doesn't really count as going out since it's a dorm party. So against my better judgement, come Halloween I'm in the common area dressed as, I'm actually not sure what. Something with ears on a headband and a tiny leotard that fit like a second skin. Brandy was in a matching one across the room, a boy on either side of her. About an hour into the party I'm ready to go back to the room, but as I start to leave, strong arms wrap around my waist and a voice in my ear growls, "miss me princess?" I'm so startled that all I can do is ask, "James?" He chuckles in my ear, "expecting someone else?" I relax into his chest, letting his smell envelope me, "I wasn't even expecting you, but I'm glad you're here." I pause a second before asking, "wait, how are you here?" "Your roommate stole my number and messaged me," he explains. "Said something about how you're becoming a her
When thanksgiving rolls around, James and I find ourselves both making the trip home. Partly to see our parents but mostly as an excuse to see each other. He picks me up the first day of Thanksgiving break, giving me a long scorching kiss the second I get in his truck. “I missed you princess,” he says against my lips. “I missed you more daddy,” I say as I bite his bottom lip. He chuckles and pulls away, “we should get going. It’s a long drive and I have a feeling we’ll be making a few unscheduled stops.”“And by unscheduled you mean?”He puts a hand on my thigh and slides it up until it’s almost touching my center, “you know exactly what I mean. But, if I have to spell it out,” his hand brushes against me and I’m immediately flushed, “I’m going to fuck you all the way home and all the way back.” He rubs me a second longer before pulling away and starting his truck. It rumbles to life and he carefully pulls out of the lot and onto the road. I watch him drive, once again amazed at h
"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," I tell James as I peer down at the ground below us. The ski lift that we are on shakes slightly and I grab the bar for dear life, certain that we are going to fall to our deaths at any moment. James, however, seems unfazed by the height or the shaking. "Relax princess," he says as he puts an arm around me. "We're almost to the top and then it's a quick ride to the bottom." "Like you'd know anything about a quick ride," I mutter, snuggling into his side. Despite the heavy snowsuit, two pairs of long underwear and socks, hat, gloves, scarf and mittens I'm currently wearing, I'm still freezing. I should be used to it by now since our family comes to the ski resort every year for Christmas until after the new year, a tradition we started when the parents got married. James had taken to snowboarding right away and was usually only seen at breakfast and dinner while the rest of us liked to lounge by the heated indoor pool. My entire body sh
The months after Christmas break and James’s revelation passed in a hectic blur of finals, half of which I’m sure I failed. The longer I was at school, the more it became clear that it was not for me. My only saving grace was James. He visited me as often as he could, took me out on dates and dicked me down until we both were exhausted. And when he couldn’t visit, we texted constantly, he sent me food and gifts, and would stay up late on video calls helping me study. School wasn’t all we talked about though. Between the studying and fucking, we managed to plan our first trip to Paris. When I had brought up going to Paris first, James had smiled and told me he’d take care of everything. Which is how, after a brutal last final and a tearful goodbye to our parents, we found ourselves in first class on our way to the city of love. The overhead lights dim and I snuggle deeper into James. We've been on this flight for eight hours already and still had another ten. I'm incredibly antsy
My hands tangle in James's hair as his head bobs between my legs, his tongue stroking my pussy. He takes his time, memorizing my folds with his tongue while two of his fingers slowly stroke my insides. I moan as his tongue circles my clit and his lips give it a teasing suck. James loves teasing, not that I mind, he's very good at what he does. My hips jerk as his fingers graze the sensitive spot inside me his licking turns from teasing to eating like it was his last meal. His fingers thrust harder, grazing my spot over and over while his lips suck on my clit mercilessly. My fingers dig into his scalp and pull his hair harshly as I explode with a yell. My hands release his head and I lay there trying to breath. If this was how our first day in Paris was starting, I had high hopes for the rest of it. James comes and lays beside me, his hand running across my skin lightly, "good morning." "A very good morning," I say, giving him a loving look. After his confession at Christmas we had
A week later and we are back in Kenya at the Reteti Elephant Sanctuary. Our van bounces along the familiar road, the scenery the same as the last time we were here. The children stare excitedly out the window, calling out all the animals that they see. I’m snuggled into James’s side, his arm around me as I doze. It had been a long flight, made even longer by the two bored kids that had refused to sleep on the flight. How they weren’t passed out right now I’ll never know. I’m almost asleep when the van comes to a sudden stop, letting a herd of elephants walk across the road in front of us. “Look at those!” JD exclaims, moving to get a better look. “Let me see!” Cleo demands, trying to shove her brother out of the way. Our driver smiles at them and points to the largest one at the head of the group, “see that one? How she is watching us? That is the leader. She protects the herd.” He lowers his voice, “she watches us to make sure we aren’t a threat.” “How does she
“I can’t believe they still have this shower,” I laugh as I strip. James grins from the bed, “it’s a good shower. I personally love it.” “Oh I know you do,” I tease, going and starting it. I secretly loved the shower too, the glass tube giving a perfect 360 view of whoever was in it. I’m under the water when a rush of cold air hits me and then James’s arms are around me, his head nuzzling in my neck. “James,” I groan as he nibbles my skin. “Baby,” he replies, his hands wandering lower and grazing over my pussy. “Not in the shower,” I tell him. “Doctor said.. no more.. water.. activities.” My words come out in gasps as James strokes me and it takes everything I have to pull away from his hands. “I’m serious,” I tell him. “You almost shattered your knee, James. No more shower sex.”“Technically,” James says with a smirk. “The doctor said no more standing shower sex.” He motions to the bench that’s presumably been in the shower since Annie’s aunt was alive, “he didn’t say anythin
“I don’t know how the hell you do it,” Annie sighs as she falls onto the couch. “What do you mean?” I ask, handing her a drink and sitting next to her. She takes a large swig and sets it on the table, “all of it. The kids, the husband, making it all look effortless. I’m fucking exhausted and I only have one kid. I don’t know how you do it with two.” “Annie,” I say softly, putting my hand on hers. “I’m fucking exhausted too.” She looks surprised, “really? You hide it well.” “I love my kids,” I tell her. “I love my life and I wouldn’t trade it for the world, but being a mom is exhausting. It’s ok to feel overwhelmed, to need some time to yourself.” “I just,” she sighs. “I just feel like I should be better at this. I’m not one to run away from a challenge, but sometimes.. sometimes I feel so trapped. I love Max and Georgie, but I’m not one to sit still. I feel like my body is vibrating with all this pent up energy but I’m too exhausted to use it.” “I know how you feel,” I
Five Years LaterThe park in Paris was exactly as it had been the first time- curly slides, dozens of swings, sandboxes and dozens of kids. The only difference was now our kids join in on the fun. James and I sit on the same bench we did the first time we were here, eating our ice cream as we watch our kids play. JD runs around with a group of boys playing tag, while his sister Cleo plays with another little girl in the sandbox. When we’d first gotten to Paris a week ago, the kids had been curious but shy about the other kids, the language barrier making it hard for them to communicate. We’d tried our best to teach them some phrases before we’d flown over, but it was hard to get a six and five year old to focus on what they call ‘funny talk.’ But after a week of watching French cartoons, they’d started picking it up like a sponge and by the time we leave, I think they’ll know more than we will. We’d decided on Paris as our first international trip as a family because it was where
One Year Later“Ali!” Annie yells as she walks into my house, her arms loaded down with brightly wrapped packages. Georgie follows close behind, even more packages in his arms. “Annie,” I greet warmly as I go and take the packages from her. “Jesus,” I grunt as the weight of them settles in my arms. “What do you have in here?” Annie laughs, “you’ll see. Just promise you won’t be mad.” Setting them in the gift table I give her a suspicious look, “and why exactly would I be mad at my son’s godmother?” “Well, I may have bought him a few things that aren’t technically suitable for a one year old,” she admits sheepishly. “That’s why these are from me,” Georgie says as he puts his packages on the table. “Someone had to buy gifts the little man could actually play with.” Annie claps her hands, “speaking of! Where is my godson?” “He’s out back with..” I don’t even get to finish before she’s racing out the back door, my sons name being shouted so loudly it echos through the house. Even
“Drive faster!” James yells at my dad who is already speeding and swerving through traffic. “Why couldn’t we have just called an ambulance?” Mary asks, hanging onto the panic bar for dear life. “In this economy?” James and I both answer. I groan as another contraction hits me, squeezing James’s hand so hard I’m sure I’ll break it. He doesn’t complain, even though I’m sure it hurts. It seems to take an eternity to reach the hospital but we only live twenty minutes away and with my dad speeding, we made it in ten. Dad screeches to a halt at the ambulance doors, honking his horn rapidly as Mary jumps out of the truck and runs inside, coming back out with a nurse and a wheelchair. James lifts me from the truck, setting me into the wheelchair and rushing me inside, nearly leaving the nurse behind. She follows us, a mixture of confusion and amusement on her face. “First time?” She asks when we finally stop at the front desk. “We need Dr Jones!” James all but yells at
The next few weeks are full of shopping, painting and furniture building. Mary and dad are truly a godsend. Mary knows everything there is to know about babies and what they need, while dad can build a crib in twenty minutes flat. Before I know it, our house is full of everything we need, and a week before I’m due, our house looks like a home. Especially since Mary insisted that we needed to have a baby shower. So, here I was, just days away from giving birth, sitting in my living room surrounded by paper storks, gifts and people. Most of whom were my parents friends since I didn’t keep in contact with anyone from my school days. I did invite Annie and Georgie but when I called them, it went straight to voicemail, Annie’s chipper voice saying that they were off the grid for the foreseeable future. They must have been checking their messages though, because a small package showed up at the house, postage from Zimbabwe and Annie’s handwriting on the label. While I wouldn’t t
The next day, dad and Mary come by the house. The boys immediately say something about power tools and building furniture before disappearing, leaving Mary and I in the kitchen. “So, what are we doing with the nursery?” Mary asks, sitting down her large bag and pulling out containers of leftover food. “Do you know what you’re having yet? Also, we should do a baby shower in a few weeks.” She glances up at me, “hungry? I can make you a plate.” I sigh, “honestly, just give me that bowl of coleslaw and a fork.” Mary laughs, “I was the same way with James. Couldn’t get enough of the stuff.” She pops the lid off the bowl and grabs a fork, sticking it in the bowl and sliding it over to me. “Nursery?” She asks again. “There’s a room next to ours that’s connected by a bathroom that we were thinking about using as the nursery,” I tell her as I take a large bite. “But I’m not sure if I want to do a theme or just paint it.” Mary nods, “we can make a trip to the baby store and look a
By the time we made it home and unloaded all our things, several hours had passed since the incident with Samantha. And even though nobody had called us and we hadn’t seen anyone else we knew, I couldn’t shake the feeling that everyone in town already knew about James and I. Rationally I knew that everyone would find out about us eventually. It wasn’t like James and I were keeping our relationship a secret anymore, but I did hope we would have more time before the entire town found out about us. And maybe I could have handled it better if I wasn’t pregnant, but I was, and somehow that made the thought of facing the town much harder. The ride from our home to our parents house is a silent few blocks as I stare out the window, my mind running wild with all the things that people are probably saying about us. James holds my hand the entire way, his thumb running over my knuckles soothingly and I’m so lost in my mind that I don’t notice we’ve arrived until James lets go of my hand.