Phallus of Her Obsession: Part 2
An adopted black daughter seduces her white brother.
Based on a post by Statius, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.
Tammy was a college senior, and captain of the women’s volleyball team. They were both at home at their parents for a long holiday break, the parents were now gone for a few days visiting, helping grandma move into an assisted living home. Those few nights were long for Tammy. She tossed and turned. The thought of him in his old room, just down the hall, she in hers, alone.
They had taken this time to hang out a lot, staying up late, sitting on the couch watching movies, playing video games, the proximity was killing her and driving her crazy, and every night ended the same; hanging out as long as possible, going to bed alone, fingering herself in the shower, to a Cardi B playlist, cumming (while trying to keep from screaming), and falling asleep unsatisfied.
She flirted as much as possible without actually throwing herself at him, trying to get his attention. She would wear short shorts showing her legs off, tanks or tube tops, anything to get a look from him, including needlessly creating situations to touch him. But nothing seemed to work and it was taking its toll on her.
An Open Door.
Three or four days in, after staying up late day after day, he had gone to bed before her, doing the usual and leaving his door open just a crack. Tammy had decided to take another late shower, trying to calm down and get herself to think about something, anything else, anything but him.
After toweling dry, She pulled on her pink satin chemise over her head, the one she always slept in, it was short, just to her hips, while still in the bathroom. She had lingered in there, taking her time and slipping out quietly. She looked at his just barely open door and hesitated.
That night two years ago slammed into her mind hard, flooding her with the memory of it. Before she knew what she was doing, she approached his bedroom door, quietly, and slowly pushed it open, and stood there, peering in.
Her breathing stopped, she could see him lying on his bed, some faint light from the street coming in thru his windows. Two more steps in, still by the door she stopped again. Her breath catching, her chest heaving. Josh lay there on his bed and it was hard to see at first but he was wearing his boxers, and that's when she noticed something odd about his position.
Even though he was wearing boxers, his hand was resting there, and under it, his half hard cock was out, slipped thru that front slit. She looked at his face, but his eyes were closed, his breathing seemed normal. Slow and deep his body inhaled, then slowly exhaled. He was sleeping deeply.
But what was that?
Now it was too much and she wanted to know. Tammy crept up slowly to his bedside and since it was hard to see in the dark, she picked something up next to his pillow; a little towel.
Her fingers touched the soaked thru wet stickiness on it. She was shocked, and realized Josh had jerked off after going to bed, and from the feel of this towel, he came a ton, it was soaked; was it for her? Did he cum thinking of her? He hadn't said anything lately about having a girlfriend or even that he liked anyone.
Her mind went immediately to the hope that it was for her, and felt herself get wet, her knees even a little weak, now. It was overwhelming, that thought, that he came thinking of her, and unconsciously she held the towel up, smelling it, her fingers pressing into the wet cum, feeling it on her fingers.
She shook her head, snapping out of it, looking at him sleeping. And just like two years ago, she knew she should just leave, but even though she kept telling herself to go. She remained rooted to the spot, looking at his face, then at his hand, which was covering most, but not all of, his lovely flaccid cock.
He shifted, rolling on his side, His cock facing her, his hand slipping off and his eyes remaining shut.
Tammy stood there still knowing she should leave, and trying to make herself, but she just couldn't. That memorable night replaying in her mind more vivid than ever before, urging her to do it again. Her desire consuming her. She knew without a doubt that if she did anything, he'd wake up for sure. There was no alcohol in him tonight; if she touched him, let alone stroked or sucked him, or better yet, rode him, he'd wake up for sure.
Her mind raced; does she trust it’s impulses? Should she do it? The consequences would be brutal; unless, unless she was right, if he had jerked off thinking of her? Then, maybe if he woke up to her blowing him, he'd let her, even take her, maybe?
By the time all these thoughts raced thru her mind she was at his bedside on her knees, leaning over, reaching for him, staring at it, just like two years ago, only this time there was a little more moonlight, bouncing off the snow; and she could see where it was still shiny, wet with cum. She pursed her lips, her resistance breaking down again, like before.
Josh let out something between a sigh and a moan, breaking her out of her reverie; she thought she saw his eyes flutter open, but it was so fast she couldn't tell, then they were motionless again, closed lids, and still breathing like he was asleep.
When her eyes went back to what really had her attention, she could tell it was bigger, like it was getting hard in his sleep, she saw it twitch even, right there in front of her face. Tammy likened it to his cock calling to her, telling her to take it, taste it again. Like, like it knew she wanted to.
She pulled her hands back, desperately afraid that by touching him with her fingers, he'd wake up. Now resting them on the edge of the bed, but that didn't keep her from leaning her body further, closer to that whitish pink bulbous head, still shiny with left over cum.
Tammy already knew, just like we do, what she was going to do next; she couldn't resist and didn't want to, damn the consequences.
Shifting to a crouch on her feet she inched her face closer, stuck her tongue out, just like last time. Tammy liked teasing a cock with her tongue, first. As lightly as possible, she licked his soft spongy head, just one light flick, but it was all she needed. She could taste his salt, and because it was semi dry cum, the stickiness of it, and it pushed her over the edge. Yeah she knew before she did it this time, that there would be no turning back, but she needed these little steps of progression, to get herself there.
Tammy's tongue flicked out again, her body leaning against the bed, straining, her thighs and calves burning as she kept flicking her tongue out, touching and tasting Josh's thick head. She could tell his body was reacting; his flaccid shaft started growing and twitching, straightening out; it happened quickly too, after pulling back her tongue, then shifting forward for another taste, his cock sprung to life and as she was sticking her tongue out thru her lips his swelling head hit her soft lips, pushing, then resting against them.
Tammy parted her lips; even if Josh didn't want her, his cock definitely wanted in her mouth, and she gently took his head between her lips and sucked it, licking his head softly getting the full flavor of the dried cum on his tip.
Just as she was about to release him, as her head slowly retracted to pull off; his hips slightly pressed forward, his hand went to his cock near the base and grabbed himself. Tammy felt panic, looked up, but his eyes were still closed, his face showed strain, and she wondered if he was dreaming, wondering if, in his mind, was he having a wet dream?
With the forward push of his hips she took him again, just his head, relishing his taste and growing hardness. Tammy’s' growing excitement got the better of her and she grew more aggressive although she did her best to contain it but her tongue moved faster around his head and she struggled not to grab his shaft, but she wouldn't have to worry very long.
With her growing excitement she closed her eyes, and reveled in having him in her mouth again. With each passing second she behaved more and more aggressive, and it wasn't long before Josh's hips moved into her, pushing himself further into her eager mouth.
Now she lost all focus on the situation, and was just lost in the fact she had Josh's cock in her mouth. She was forgetting he had been sleeping, and that he had no clue that Tammy was blowing him, like before.
He had given no obvious sign that he wanted this from her, or even wanted her. No, she just took his cock in her mouth thinking he didn't even know.
The ramifications of this was no longer being considered by her.
Coherent and consenting.
Lost in the moment with his cock in her mouth, she didn't even notice his hand that had taken his cock around the base was moving, sliding his loose skin over his rigid shaft until he hit her chin with it. This brought on another wave of panic and hesitation. Shock, fear, and surprise was overtaking her, and leaving her slack jawed, spit on her lips and chin as she slipped off his cock. Before she could even look up at his face, he grabbed her head and pulled her back to his waiting shaft, glistening with her spit. He was pressing this glorious phallus against her lips and pushing it back into her mouth.
Tammy took it, inhaling his hard cock with hunger and lust. She pulled his hand off and swallowed him to his base, his hand tightened on her head holding her still and from his side position, he began to piston into her mouth.
Tammy moaned and Josh groaned as he fucked her mouth, shoving over and over again, his 8 inches into her mouth. She worked her throat, swallowing every time his head hit. This time her throat strained more-so because his cock was less flexible to the slight bend of her esophagus when it required a sideways flex. A less aroused state would be easy for the experienced woman. This was a higher degree of difficulty.
But, because she wanted him to cum for her; knowing he was awake, knowing he knew it was her, knowing he wanted her; all these realities brought Tammy to an absolute frenzy. But this position wasn't easy and her thighs were burning and her neck was hurting, the strain of leaning over the bed into him was too much and she pulled off.
There was a brief moment when they looked each other in the eyes. Josh rolled on his back. Her barely covered tits heaving, his glistening cock quivering. Silently she climbed on the bed, kneeling between his spread legs. Tammy took his wet cock in her hand and stroked him before looking at him again. She was ready to slide back down and continue sucking him with higher skill, comfort, and arousal; but he stopped her; to her surprise. A little fear took hold. She was still afraid he would stop this from happening.
But he didn't. His hands grabbed her tits over her thin pink nightie and squeezed, rubbed, and pushed them together, pinching her nipples. She steadied one hand on the bedding, next to his chest, where she knelt over him on her knees still stroking him with her other hand.
Josh took her arms and pulled her up towards him. She released his cock and used both arms to center herself above him.
He took her face in his hands and kissed her. His hands slid down her sides while she continued to let her tongue probe his open mouth. In one smooth motion his arms came up bringing her chemise with it. The silky fabric covered his eyes as it cleared her head. He left it swaddled there while his hands returned to playing with her tits.
Breaking the kiss she sat up straight and set one knee down on each side of his slender torso. He then brought her face back to his and kissed her again, only this time he slipped a hand between their narrowly separated pelvises, taking his cock in hand and rubbed it against her slit.
Moans and groans mingled and mixed, like sweat and breaths. Tammy was over him, one hand on his sculpted chest, holding herself up, she looked him in his eyes. His dark eyes were passionately looking into hers, as he gently rubbed his tip against her wetness. Lust was in both their eyes before she couldn't take anymore and lowered herself on him, encasing him inside her.
Overcome with her desire, a lust that has burned for so long; a high pitched whine and squeal escaped her lips. Josh gasped, long and low, as Tammy took him inside her. She lowered herself more, taking more and more, wanting all of it, wanting him to fill and stuff her completely. Finally, finally she had him, all his 8 inches inside her; and her fluids released. She came the first time that night, without a single stroke from him.
Josh let her orgasm wash over her, holding himself still with great restraint while her nails dug into his shoulders and her thighs tightened around him. Breathing hard she leaned into him kissing him again, tongue finding tongue and when she leaned forward Josh bent his knees, grabbed her ass, and stroked into her. Slow, sure, and steady he pulled out, pushed in, driving into her over and over. First a teasing stroke, just his head, making her squeal, then suddenly deep and hard, making her scream, letting out years of lust with every shout.
He fucked into her hard then, pounding into her from beneath, then stopping, slow long strokes, short strokes, but never stopping. Tammy's fluids pouring out of her, he felt her wet on his own thighs and legs, his cock so hard it hurt and he both wanted to release, and to wait.
He stopped, wanting it to last longer and to give her a moment to recover from the nonstop fucking he was giving her. She sat up on him, his hands sliding to her perfect hips, hers resting on his bare chest. Both were breathing hard and he was mesmerized by her heaving tits, barely covered, and her hard nipples poking thru, practically visible thru the thin pink fabric.
They smiled at each other as his hands explored her hips, thighs, waist, his eyes drinking in what he could see in the dim light. Tammy leaned over him bracing herself by her hands on his chest and did some teasing of her own. The brief break letting her control herself finally, and slowly, very slowly, rocked her hips back and forth. Josh's head rolled back and his fingers dug into her hips, he groaned, looked up and watched her work his cock inside her with her hips.
He grabbed her, sitting up and putting his arms around her, holding her tight. He kissed her again, hands on her back, in her hair, Tammy trying to focus on kissing him and keeping her hips moving on him, she didn't want to stop feeling his cock moving in her, whether pushing in or back and forth, so long as it was moving, making her moan in his mouth.
He leaned back, laying down again and sensing how she wanted it, took her hips and stopped her, and pushed back into her again, slow and deep, controlling his own urges to fuck her hard and fast, he stayed slow, which was harder for him, he felt her more, and felt it coming, and stopped again.
Sitting up, he embraced her again, pressing himself tight to her body, Tammy doing the same. Their Looking at her, his eyes told her what he was going to do. With one swift move he held her tight and flipped himself on top of her, never pulling out.
Tammy loved the move and kept holding him tight, her legs spread beneath him, his weight heavy on her, his face buried in her neck, kissing, licking her salty sweat covered skin. He moved slow inside her, pushing gently, she felt every inch as he pulled all the way out then entered her again, over and over, rhythmically slow.
The heat was over powering and they both were covered in sweat and breathing hard when Josh sat up on his knees, holding her thighs, his pale fingers running over her smooth dark skin. Holding still inside her again he let his eyes hearts were racing. The room was getting hot, their bodies hotter still. He let his hands explore her gorgeous body again, running them up her waist and stomach. Tammy watched him as he stared at her tits, his hands massaging them, pushing them together. Her eyes locked on his, but her hands over his, helping him explore her body.
He leaned in, kissing her, licking her lips, sucking on her lower lip, to her chin, neck, chest. He took one, then the other, in his mouth biting and sucking on her dark hardened nipples, over and over. Her hands were on his back, her face in his shoulder, kissing and biting his pale skin on top of her.
He began moving again, faster this time, hard deep strokes, holding for a moment before pulling back, pushing in, faster and harder every time. His hands no longer on her but holding himself up to either side of her; faster, harder, harder still. Tammy laid beneath him, gripping his arms, hands on his waist, nails digging into his skin, back and forth, both breathing hard, his sweat pressing on her, her hips rising to meet his thrusts into her, the bed shaking beneath them, him groaning and grunting, her screaming and squealing, faster and faster, harder and deeper into her. His eyes were watching her soft firm tits bounce and shake, staring, wanting to grab them but fucking her too hard and too fast, it was coming, the moment was coming.
Josh lowered his torso on hers, his chest pressing against her. Tammy guessed what was about to happen and wrapped her legs tight, oh so tight, around him; pulling him into her deeper, squeezing him between her athletic thighs, her arms wrapped around him pulling his body tighter to her own. His face was buried in her neck, her head thrown back arching toward the headboard. He drove deep, paused, pulled back, thrust into her again. The anticipation was killing her, driving her crazy.
She had waited so long for this moment.
Even though she didn't know it, so had he.
He yelled out a scream into her neck and the pillow beneath her, grunting. His thrusts were hard, slamming into her and she felt his swollen cock explode inside her, the warmth of his cum filling her, spreading inside her. She felt his swelling as he ejaculated inside her.
Deeper, every slamming thrust felt like he was pushing his cum deeper inside her. Tammy screamed in pleasure. Josh's celebrated eruption, deep in her womb, now released all her pent up wanting, desire, and lust, and she screamed, then dug her nails deeper into his back, her legs tightened more, flexed, pulling him and trapping him inside her, all his 8 inches buried in her, making her cum hard, as his cock continued spewing his warm payload inside.
Josh stopped thrusting, pushing into her, but she felt his cock quivering and twitching in her wet warm pink; as her own cumming continued to wash over her, thru her, her body quaking, her toes curled. Her back arched more, her hips pressed up against him, tight. She threw her arms around him and pressed him tightly, he encircled her with his own, hugging her tight as she came again, and again, over his shaft.
His own pleasure so great, he could barely stand it. Every move of her body made him groan. He was so sensitive inside her, but he wouldn't pull out, preferring to stay in her soft, warm, wet, eager, hungry cunt.
Breathing hard and fast, covered in sweat they lay there, he on top of her, kissing her shoulder. Tammy was just trying to breathe. She released her legs which she just now realized ached. Her arms slipped from around him and he pulled his from around her, but he didn't move, he remained there where he was. She could feel him softening inside her and his cum began oozing out. Of course she now noticed the huge wet spot beneath her, but she didn't try to get out from under him but lay there letting her fingers play on his skin.
Years of pent up emotion, lust, desire, want; all of it. All the things she had wanted to say to him, all the make believe conversations she had imagined in her mind, imagining this moment. What she planned on saying if she ever had the chance to really fuck him like she wanted, all of that came out in one unexpected word.
"Finally..." she sighed.
"Ha-ha! I know, right? I wondered if you really regretting everything?" Josh said as he cupped and squeezed her tit.
“Regretted?” She gave him a puzzled look.
The time you practiced your oral technique, assuming I was passed out drunk, or not.”
They both laughed as his fingers played over her skin, Josh staying on top of her and in her, but leaning to the side looking at her body again. He twitched inside her and Tammy knew, she rocked her hips into him taking his half hard shaft a little deeper.
Based on a post by Statius, in 2 parts, for Literotica.
