Текст книги "Take Me There: A Collection of Short Erotic Reads"
Автор книги: Jessica Ingro
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TAKE ME THERE
BY JESSICA INGRO
Published by Jessica Ingro
Copyright © 2015 Jessica Ingro
Cover design © Indie Solutions by Murphy Rae
Edited by Jennie Wurz
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is no authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
Warning!
Mrs. Johnson
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Beautiful Stranger
One
Two
Three
Four
Hot for Teacher
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Under the Desk
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Everything
One
Two
Three
Four
Cat and Mouse
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Special Look at Aurora James – Coming soon!
Acknowledgements
About the Author
WARNING!
These stories are a work of fiction. As such, they contain explicit language, sex, and sexual situations that some might find offensive, including but not limited to: self-love, forcible pleasure, lack of protection, taboo relationships, M/M, F/M/M, M/F/M, and mind-blowing orgasms. Please don’t continue if any of these things offend you.
MRS. JOHNSON
ONE
Present day…
“Fuck me harder, Collin!” the girl beneath me screamed.
I looked down and saw her face had morphed into that of Isabella, my stepmother.
Her raven hair was fanned out across my pillow. Her almond-shaped blue eyes were filled with lust. Her pouty lips were parted as she breathed heavily on her way to climax.
She resembled Isabella—they all did—and whenever I pleasured them, all I could see was her. All I could hear was her throaty voice telling me exactly how she wanted it.
Faster, Collin.
Right there, Collin.
Lick me, Collin.
Fuck me, Collin.
Just like that, Collin.
You’re such a good boy. You know just how to please me.
Instantly, my cock swelled as I thrust into her faster and harder than I thought possible.
Harder, Collin.
Isabella’s words echoed in my head. Her voice. Her body. It was all too much. And even though I didn’t want to react the way I did, I couldn’t help myself. I threw my head back, growling loudly as my cock pulsed and I came so hard I thought for sure the condom would break.
I glanced back down at the girl beneath me and saw her own actual features. I winced at my behavior. I had done it again. Fucked a girl who resembled Isabella in an attempt to regain my sense of balance without her.
Pulling out, I rolled to my back. The girl’s hand reached over and rested on my chest as she murmured lightly about how great I was. It barely registered though. All I could think about was Isabella Johnson—the stepmother every boy dreamed of. And my own personal devil in disguise.
*****
It all started when I was thirteen and came home early from a friend’s house one summer afternoon. Unfamiliar sounds were coming from upstairs, so I silently followed them and made my way towards my father’s bedroom.
As I got closer, the noises grew louder and more feverish. I could hear my stepmother moaning and my father speaking lowly to her. My friend Brad and I had watched some porn earlier that summer, so I knew what I was hearing. It was the sounds of a woman being fucked. And it sounded like she was enjoying it.
More curious than I should have been, I cautiously peered through the partially opened bedroom door and saw Isabella sitting on top of my father. She was bouncing and grinding on him. Her tits swayed as her hands plucked at her nipples. Her head was thrown back. Her long, straight, dark hair swished against her back, landing just above her ass.
I was enthralled at the sight of her. I probably should have been disgusted at the fact that she was having sex with my father. That she had his dick inside her. But none of that mattered to me as I watched her taking pleasure from him. He could have been anyone in that moment. All I saw was Isabella and how beautiful she was as the afternoon sun streamed through the windows, bathing her like an angel.
That was the first day I jerked off to visions of Isabella. And it wouldn’t be the last.
*****
My next arousing encounter with Isabella was when I was fifteen. She walked into my bedroom with a basket full of laundry. As soon as she caught a glimpse of me, she dropped the basket and gasped.
I was lying on my bed. My cock was lubed and I was pumping furiously while staring at a picture of her sunbathing naked in our backyard.
“I’m so sorry,” she muttered, as her eyes seemed to devour the cock in my hand. I didn’t even try to hide it. I wanted her to see it. I wanted her to know what she did to me, even if she couldn’t see the photo of herself in my hand.
After several seconds of eyeing me, she scurried from the room, leaving the laundry on the floor.
As I continued to jerk off, I imagined that she had seen the photo and offered to join me to finish the job. I pictured her hand wrapped tightly around mine as I came with hot bursts landing on my stomach.
That would have never happened though, since Isabella had no idea I had taken that picture. As far as she knew, I had been away camping that weekend.
I had returned home to collect my forgotten sleeping bag when I noticed her lying naked on the chair by the pool. Her fingers were lazily running up and down her tanned midsection. As I stood there dumbfounded, her legs parted slightly as she went to cross them. That’s when I got my first glimpse at her pussy. It was shaved bare. Her lips looked full and pink. I desperately wanted to explore them and what they hid inside.
Not wanting to waste an opportunity, I ran to the front door as quietly as possible and grabbed the camera from my bag. I took a few shots of her, my heart in my throat and my palms sweaty, praying she wouldn’t catch me.
I raced upstairs to my bedroom and dug through my dresser drawer until I found the bottle of lotion I kept hidden there. Dropping my pants, I poured some into my hand and quickly rubbed one out while staring at her on my camera’s screen.
*****
My third encounter with Isabella was at the age of sixteen. I was down in the basement and once again I was jerking off. This time I had a pair of her skimpy, silk panties wrapped around my cock as I thrust it through my fist. I imagined it was her pussy wrapped around me. So soft and silky.
When I came, I groaned her name. That’s when I heard the soft gasp. I looked up from my place on the couch in the den and saw she was standing on the stairs watching me. I had no idea how long she had been there; I only knew that her gaze was fixed on my groin. She swallowed hard and then her eyes darted to mine.
That’s when she bolted up the stairs.
*****
My fourth encounter with Isabella was the one that started us on our journey into forbidden territory. Isabella was lying in bed, on her back with her hand between her legs. She was rubbing her clit in hurried strokes and circles, her lips were parted as she moaned softly.
I watched in fascination as she dipped two of her fingers inside her pussy, pumping in and out with a quick rhythm. Her thighs started to tremble and she widened her legs, lifting her hips off the bed.
At the age of seventeen, I’d already had sex several times. What I had never done, however was go down on a girl, and as Isabella’s wetness coated her hand and pussy lips, I knew I needed to taste her.
I moved slowly towards her bed without even thinking of the consequences. Sure Isabella was my stepmother, but she was only fifteen years older than me. She and my dad married when I was twelve, shortly after my mother died. My father joked that her young age made him feel young again.
I never felt like she was a mother to me. Maybe it was because my mother had raised me for so long. Maybe it was because she wasn’t much older than me. But as I watched her pleasure herself, all I felt was the urge to touch her. Taste her. Fuck her.
Standing beside her bed, I tentatively reached out and ran my finger up her inner thigh. She froze and looked at me in horror. She had one hand up her shirt massaging her breasts, while the other remained between her legs with her fingers still embedded inside her. Her underwear was around her ankles, as were her pants. This had to have been just a quick interlude in her day.
“Please,” I whispered, as my fingers moved higher, and I hesitantly touched her most intimate place. She was so soft and wet. I closed my eyes and groaned.
I circled her clit with my finger, just as she had been doing. At first she held herself stiffly, her wide eyes locked onto what I was doing. Within a few minutes though, her head fell back and her fingers started moving inside her again.
And then she was coming. Oh good God, she was coming. As she bit her lip and convulsed on the bed, I thought it was the sexiest fucking thing I had ever seen. Still is, whenever I think about it.
Knowing I did that to her made me puff out my chest and stand up straighter. I had made a hot woman come. She was no girl like the ones I had been with before her. She had practice and skill behind her, and yet, I was good enough to make her come.
I brought my wet fingers to my mouth and sucked on them, tasting her salty flavor. My cock ached in my jeans as the zipper dug into my skin. What I wouldn’t give to take it out and have her touch me.
“Fuck,” she hissed when the realization of what had just happened hit her. She scrambled to pull up her pants. “That should never have happened. I love your father. Truly.”
I didn’t know what to say. My pride was wounded at her words. I wasn’t sure what I had expected. Vows of love? No. A request to fuck her? Possibly. But her telling me it was a mistake sucked. Never once in my fantasies did she turn me down.
I turned and walked out. At that point I vowed to focus on Heather, my latest girlfriend, and forget about Isabella.
But things didn’t exactly go as planned. You see, Isabella didn’t forget about me. No, she sought me out. And I gladly did whatever she wanted.
TWO
Four years earlier…
“Bill, I don’t think you should be letting Collin stay out until all hours of the night,” Isabella argued with my father in the next room.
Ever since our sexy encounter, she’d had a stick up her ass about me hanging out with Heather and our friends. She always found a reason for me to be home or convinced my dad that I should stick to a curfew like other kids.
“It’s his last weekend before finals and then graduation. I think camping with his buddies is perfectly fine,” my dad replied, and I pumped my fist. Give her hell, Dad.
“There’ll be drinking and sex, Bill. Maybe even drugs. There will be no adult supervision, and they’ll be running wild. Is that what you want for your son?”
“No, I don’t want him doing drugs, but I have no problem with him getting laid. It’s what every seventeen-year old boy wants. Don’t tell me you weren’t having sex when you were that young. As long as he’s responsible and wraps his dick, I’m okay with it.”
She made a disgusted sound and replied, “Fine. Let him do whatever he wants. You’re good at that. I guess I’ll just enjoy having the house to myself while you’re out of town and he’s away.”
“Don’t be like that, baby,” my dad murmured. “Why don’t you go to the spa this weekend? You always enjoy that.”
“I guess,” she grumbled in reply. Then I heard them kissing. Gross.
*****
The next night, I dropped Heather off at home after she’d gotten sick from some pot brownies she ate. With her not feeling well, we decided to call it a night and return to town two days early.
Pulling into the driveway of our house, I was surprised to find all the inside lights off when it was only nine o’clock. Figuring Isabella must’ve been out with friends, I walked into the house, dropped my bags, and headed to the kitchen to grab a drink before heading up to my room for the night.
I stopped dead in the kitchen doorway when I saw Isabella sitting at the table with a glass in front of her. Her head was propped in her hands as she looked down at the wooden surface. When she heard me enter, she raised her head and locked her eyes with mine. It was dark in the kitchen, the only light being from the lamp above the stove, but I could still make out the lust and heat swimming in them. I sucked in my breath, unsure of what to say or do.
“Collin,” she whispered before picking up her drink to take a sip.
“Why are you sitting in the dark?” I queried.
“What else is there to do?” she asked in response. “You left me. Your father left me.”
I shook my head, not quite understanding what she meant. Her mood seemed strange to me.
“Are you drunk?” I asked her.
“No, but I wish I were. Maybe then I could forget.”
“Forget what, Isabella?”
“Forget you,” she muttered bitterly, making me flinch at her words. I tried not to let her harsh words hurt me, but they still did. I couldn’t believe she felt that way after all these years.
“Well let me just get the fuck out of here then,” I snapped angrily. “Maybe then you can forget I even exist.”
“Wait!” she cried out in desperation as I turned to leave. “You don’t get it, do you?”
I just stared at her, waiting for her to explain. If she didn’t, I was going to leave the house and not come back until my dad was home. I was too angry and too hurt to do anything else.
“I can’t stop thinking about you, Collin. I can’t stop thinking about how good your fingers felt that day. About how long and thick your cock is. And worst of all, I can’t stop imagining what it would be like to feel you inside me.”
She had been thinking about me? This was almost too good to be true. Her words had my cock leaping to attention. Within seconds I was painfully hard.
“I can’t stop thinking about you either,” I whispered and took a step towards her, my earlier anger completely forgotten.
“Stop.” She held out her hand and shook her head. “You don’t understand what you’re saying. I’m technically your mother.”
“No you aren’t,” I vehemently denied. “You’re Isabella. My mother died. There’s no reason we shouldn’t do this.”
“Your father,” she reminded me.
“Isn’t here. And I don’t want to talk about him. I want to talk about us.”
I moved forward so I was standing only a couple of feet in front of her. I didn’t want her to remind me about my father. The only thing I wanted to think about right then was her body touching mine, and the way her pussy would feel wrapped around my aching shaft while her fingers ran over my heated skin.
She pushed her chair back from the table and turned to me. Her eyes were pleading with me, probably to stop, but that wasn’t going to happen because her body was begging me to continue. Her nipples were poking through the flimsy material of her nightgown, her breathing was labored and her legs opened fractionally. This package was way too tempting to deny myself.
I dropped to my knees in front of her and reached under the hem of her nightgown to hook her panties with my index fingers. Before going any further, I glanced up to her face, my eyes silently questioning if I could continue.
She closed her eyes slowly and whispered in a tortured voice, “Yes.”
I wasted no time pulling the damp material down her legs, while she lifted her nightgown up over her head then leaned back after tossing it aside.
Taking her in this close to me and fully naked, I wished there was more light in the room. But even with just the shadows licking across her skin, I could see how truly beautiful she was. Her breasts were full and her nipples pointed. Her belly dipped, and she was bare between her legs. Her thighs trembled slightly as I ran my hands lightly up her calves, heading straight towards her pussy.
I paused, resting my hands on her knees momentarily before pulling her legs apart to expose her naked pussy. I could smell her arousal and my mouth watered. Dipping my head closer, I ran my nose up the seam of her folds.
“Lick it,” she whispered as her hands ran through my hair. “God, Collin. Lick me. Make me come.”
She didn’t have to beg; I was as desperate for a taste of her as she was for me. I parted her lips and took a sweep through her folds with my tongue. Pure fucking honey.
She pushed my head in farther and I licked again, this time not stopping my movements.
“Suck my clit,” she ordered as her fingers showed me just where my mouth should go. I quickly complied and was rewarded when she moaned loudly.
“Finger me too,” she demanded a few moments later, and again I complied, loving how wet she was growing under my attention. She tasted so good, I couldn’t get enough.
She began writhing in the chair, raising her hips as her feet rested on my shoulders. “Make me come, Collin. Make me come all over your face.”
I groaned against her pussy and felt her clench around my fingers when her orgasm hit. I lapped at her juices and gripped her thighs as she tightened her legs around my head.
When she slumped back in her chair, I raised my head and wiped my chin. She gave me a sexy smirk right before she said, “Stand up and drop your pants.”
I jumped up and quickly did what she instructed, so excited that I was finally going to get to come in her presence. I was tired of jacking off to the images in my mind, never having experienced what it was like to actually be with her.
I bit back a curse when she wrapped her soft hands around my hard as nails cock and pumped a few times in succession. Her pink tongue darted out and licked the head making me groan.
It felt so fucking good. Too fucking good. I was afraid it would be over before we even started.
“Suck it, Isabella. Please. Suck my dick,” I pleaded when she didn’t go any further. Regardless of how close to the trigger I was, I needed to feel her mouth wrapped around me.
“Only because you said please,” she teased, right before she sucked me into her hot, wet mouth. She took me in so deep that I had to clench my muscles in an effort not to blow my load right then and there.
I grabbed her on either side of her head, pulled back and then thrust my cock into her mouth again, not at all worried about how rough I was being. I was too in the moment to care. My body was driving my movements, not my brain. She hummed her approval around my shaft as I fucked her face the way I had always dreamed of doing.
All too soon, she pulled back and stood in front of me. Reaching out, she pulled my shirt over my head, trailing her silky hands down my chest.
“You’re beautiful, Collin. I’ve always thought so. Do you know how many times I’ve made myself come while thinking of you?”
“No,” I whispered around the lump of excitement in my throat.
“Too many.” She sat on the edge of the table and grabbed my dick, guiding me to her opening.
Oh shit. This was really fucking happening.
“I want it hard. Can you do that?” she asked me, but I could barely think straight with the way she was rubbing my dick on her clit. It was such a damn tease and so damn hot.
I willed myself to keep control and cleared my head. In answer to her question, I pounded into her all the way to the hilt before pulling out and doing it again. My hands gripped her thighs as I slammed into her repeatedly. I loved the way she cried out as I fucked her as viciously as I could.
Her nails scored my back and her feet dug into my ass. She was like a wildcat beneath me. The sounds of ecstasy she made and the way she moved her hips with mine was fucking unreal. None of the girls I had fucked were ever like this. Isabella was a straight up fantasy.
“That’s it. Fuck, I’m coming!” she shouted, and I thanked God she did because I was right behind her—coming hard and deep inside her perfect pussy.
Still connected to her, I slumped my body into hers and attempted to even out my breathing. I didn’t have much experience, but I knew that had been spectacular. And the fact that I made her come made me feel like a king.
“Shit, we didn’t use a condom,” I noted when I finally pulled out of her. That was the one thing I always made sure I did when I slept with girls. My dad had drilled it into my head from the time I hit puberty.
“It’s okay,” she said breathlessly before sitting up. “I’m on the pill.”
“Okay.” I shrugged. Who was I to complain? That shit felt way better going bareback.
“Thank you, Collin.” She kissed me chastely on the lips, so I reached out and pulled her flush against me before kissing her deeper.
My body came back to life during that kiss, and I pressed the evidence of my arousal against her belly.
“Come. We’ll shower together and see what we can do about your not so little problem.” She stroked my said problem before hightailing it upstairs. I followed her like an obedient puppy, my cock leading the way.
