This was turnabout day, and Stella was in a mood.  She would start slow, and take forever, never letting him cum until he nearly begged for it.
She would savage his surrendered opening raw, as he often savaged hers. It was only fair.
And it always gave her clit an extra flip-flop when she saw his hobbling walk after she rode him like this.
She was loving these days more and more.

This was turnabout day, and Stella was in a mood.  She would start slow, and take forever, never letting him cum until he nearly begged for it.

She would savage his surrendered opening raw, as he often savaged hers. It was only fair.

And it always gave her clit an extra flip-flop when she saw his hobbling walk after she rode him like this.

She was loving these days more and more.

He led me into temptation’s garden that day, with his gentle insistence, and quiet encouragement. He knew I needed to feel at ease my first time out, were I to even dare.
He had a secret place, he said. A place where he goes to play, whether alone or with others of either gender. And if I liked, I could follow him. In fact, he said, he would welcome my presence there. Not only that, he whispered in confidence, as if the birds would be eavesdropping, “I would love to do everything with you; show you everything, even things you’ve not yet admitted to yourself that you want to know.”
Then he shed his clothing, tossed the discards onto a nearby branch, took my hand momentarily, and gave me a gentle, slippery kiss.
"Only if you want…", was all he said. Then he turned and let me watch his exquisite, virile beauty walk away.
I would learn volumes from him that day in that secret place; with him, in him, on him, under him; tangled, embedded, feasting; top to bottom and back again; in every flavor from sweet and sultry, to feral and filthy.
Mostly I learned that, with the right man, everything from sensual lovemaking to animalistic, down and dirty sex can be just as orgasmically transcendent as with the right woman.
And after a few week-long stretches of “lesson days”, he hinted that it was time I invited my gorgeous girlfriend to join us sometime.  He said, “Having met her, I have a feeling that you’ll be handing her the keys to her own fantasy’s treasure box.”
He was so right. And it was sooo fucking good.

He led me into temptation’s garden that day, with his gentle insistence, and quiet encouragement. He knew I needed to feel at ease my first time out, were I to even dare.

He had a secret place, he said. A place where he goes to play, whether alone or with others of either gender. And if I liked, I could follow him. In fact, he said, he would welcome my presence there. Not only that, he whispered in confidence, as if the birds would be eavesdropping, “I would love to do everything with you; show you everything, even things you’ve not yet admitted to yourself that you want to know.”

Then he shed his clothing, tossed the discards onto a nearby branch, took my hand momentarily, and gave me a gentle, slippery kiss.

"Only if you want…", was all he said. Then he turned and let me watch his exquisite, virile beauty walk away.

I would learn volumes from him that day in that secret place; with him, in him, on him, under him; tangled, embedded, feasting; top to bottom and back again; in every flavor from sweet and sultry, to feral and filthy.

Mostly I learned that, with the right man, everything from sensual lovemaking to animalistic, down and dirty sex can be just as orgasmically transcendent as with the right woman.

And after a few week-long stretches of “lesson days”, he hinted that it was time I invited my gorgeous girlfriend to join us sometime.  He said, “Having met her, I have a feeling that you’ll be handing her the keys to her own fantasy’s treasure box.”

He was so right. And it was sooo fucking good.

It was an unspoken game they played, both still at home while studying and paying for uni, yet both initiated into carnal play on their own paths.
It began as an accident, both ways really, and swiftly became a silent practice. The game was simply, intentionally leaving the door ajar while self-pleasuring.
And for now the game was enough.
But having witnessed one another in the throes of muffled, messy eruptions, inciting their own in the aftermath, both stealthy siblings wondered what other lines this might bring them to cross.

It was an unspoken game they played, both still at home while studying and paying for uni, yet both initiated into carnal play on their own paths.

It began as an accident, both ways really, and swiftly became a silent practice. The game was simply, intentionally leaving the door ajar while self-pleasuring.

And for now the game was enough.

But having witnessed one another in the throes of muffled, messy eruptions, inciting their own in the aftermath, both stealthy siblings wondered what other lines this might bring them to cross.

There were days where her patience with his wandering schedule wore thin.
She would give him fair warning, and he had learned all to well what it meant.
Today was one of those days. If he didn’t get his ass home and take care of her now, she’d let the first reasonable offer from either gender in to do it for him.




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There were days where her patience with his wandering schedule wore thin.

She would give him fair warning, and he had learned all to well what it meant.

Today was one of those days. If he didn’t get his ass home and take care of her now, she’d let the first reasonable offer from either gender in to do it for him.



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She lay in wait for him.  There would be no excuse for his retreat.
She turned 18 today, and she meant to own his body in a matter of hours. His soul was clearly already locked in her wanton cage.

She lay in wait for him.  There would be no excuse for his retreat.

She turned 18 today, and she meant to own his body in a matter of hours. His soul was clearly already locked in her wanton cage.

She loved doing this, whenever she could manage it. She knew she wasn’t supposed to. He worked for her father at their family owned vineyard, and if Daddy ever found out…well, hell would be the least of her problems.
She simply couldn’t resist him, or the opportunity to cross her father’s unwarranted lines.
Today, she would use her soaked panties as a napkin to wipe the dribbles of cum from her lips before departing. She’d slip them into his pocket, and whisper an improvised plan for him to visit her in her own bed this afternoon, when the folks were gone.
So far, it had all been fast and furious, hand and mouth play only. And as refined and elegant as she appeared, what she really hungered for was some down and dirty, no-holds-barred animal rutting, that would leave the scent of him embedded in her wicked sheets.
This afternoon, she would test the boundaries of things neither of them had yet imagined. Those handcuffs she’d bought secretly would finally get some use.

She loved doing this, whenever she could manage it. She knew she wasn’t supposed to. He worked for her father at their family owned vineyard, and if Daddy ever found out…well, hell would be the least of her problems.

She simply couldn’t resist him, or the opportunity to cross her father’s unwarranted lines.

Today, she would use her soaked panties as a napkin to wipe the dribbles of cum from her lips before departing. She’d slip them into his pocket, and whisper an improvised plan for him to visit her in her own bed this afternoon, when the folks were gone.

So far, it had all been fast and furious, hand and mouth play only. And as refined and elegant as she appeared, what she really hungered for was some down and dirty, no-holds-barred animal rutting, that would leave the scent of him embedded in her wicked sheets.

This afternoon, she would test the boundaries of things neither of them had yet imagined. Those handcuffs she’d bought secretly would finally get some use.

Your licking your lips, aren’t you?

For both…

i found a couple of Sarah’s stories on your page, an like you i miss them… i reblogged the two of them, man and beast, and the shortcut… do you have any others i can reblog?

Sarah started a new page recently and has reassembled most of her stories there. She is also writing new ones.

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There is nothing like the feel of both genders savoring your heated sex in tandem….
Nothing like a couple in love, letting loose their lewd hungers, fighting one another for the first spurt of my seed.
I can feel the ever-changing, dueling rhythms, sometimes in synch, sometimes surprising in the turnarounds.
There’s the gentle scrape of his scruff on the underside of my mushroomed head, as he tentatively licks his first taste of precum. And her fearless press as she wraps her lips about the shaft and nudges him to swallow my balls, hoping to meet in the middle, and kiss each other near the base.
The slip-slide of both sets of hungry lips as they slink up and down the sides of my shivering shaft, French-kissing across the humming pole; and the secret finger she slips into my anal ring to bring me ever closer to a monster eruption.
In no time I will have a fist in each of their manes, hoarsely whispering a revolving series of “yes… so close… don’t stop… yes”
And as they drive me over the edge, I will fight to keep my eyes on them to witness their ravenous vying for every shot of fuck cream they have whipped up from inside of me.
I want both mouths coated in my cum, both tongues lapping at both chins, wantonly dripping with my willful, savory spray.
Then, I long to crumple down and taste my own spoils from their brilliant faces, in endless filthy kisses, digging into both throats for evidence that they indeed drank me dry.

There is nothing like the feel of both genders savoring your heated sex in tandem….

Nothing like a couple in love, letting loose their lewd hungers, fighting one another for the first spurt of my seed.

I can feel the ever-changing, dueling rhythms, sometimes in synch, sometimes surprising in the turnarounds.

There’s the gentle scrape of his scruff on the underside of my mushroomed head, as he tentatively licks his first taste of precum. And her fearless press as she wraps her lips about the shaft and nudges him to swallow my balls, hoping to meet in the middle, and kiss each other near the base.

The slip-slide of both sets of hungry lips as they slink up and down the sides of my shivering shaft, French-kissing across the humming pole; and the secret finger she slips into my anal ring to bring me ever closer to a monster eruption.

In no time I will have a fist in each of their manes, hoarsely whispering a revolving series of “yes… so close… don’t stop… yes”

And as they drive me over the edge, I will fight to keep my eyes on them to witness their ravenous vying for every shot of fuck cream they have whipped up from inside of me.

I want both mouths coated in my cum, both tongues lapping at both chins, wantonly dripping with my willful, savory spray.

Then, I long to crumple down and taste my own spoils from their brilliant faces, in endless filthy kisses, digging into both throats for evidence that they indeed drank me dry.

She dared to ask her big brother in a very private moment in the dorm, if I thought her pussy looked really odd or really sexy without any hair.
As she tugged her panties down, there was a long crackling silence between us, and I swear I could see her sweet pink lips glisten with a hint of daring, instant arousal.
"I had it waxed. It hurt like a mother fucker, but it’s sooooo soft and smooth now."
Another bubbling silence hung with an unspoken “feel how smooth” in the taboo-laced air.
One gentle, cupped touch to her silken dampening curve; one soft sigh with half a moan from her throat, and we could not stop.
Ever.

She dared to ask her big brother in a very private moment in the dorm, if I thought her pussy looked really odd or really sexy without any hair.

As she tugged her panties down, there was a long crackling silence between us, and I swear I could see her sweet pink lips glisten with a hint of daring, instant arousal.

"I had it waxed. It hurt like a mother fucker, but it’s sooooo soft and smooth now."

Another bubbling silence hung with an unspoken “feel how smooth” in the taboo-laced air.

One gentle, cupped touch to her silken dampening curve; one soft sigh with half a moan from her throat, and we could not stop.

Ever.