Tag: Short Fiction

Parent Teacher Conferences

Parent Teacher Conferences
The Steele Chronicles; Pt 1

Carla could not keep her hands off her husband, Dean. This was not unusual, as they shared a passionate bond that made their friends jealous. However; tonight, was parent teacher conferences and then they were off to dinner at one of their favorite upscale restaurants, and then a weekend in the mountains. It had been too long since they got away from their two teenage children.
“Come here,” Dean leaned over the console and met his bride halfway. Lips met and parted with a ferociousness that made him lightheaded. Her lips were thick, soft, and succulent. He was powerless against the rush of sexual energy racing from his lips to his manhood, where an almost painful erection begged to be free. Her mouth tasted sweet, like cherries, and the scent of her perfume—something he bought her, but he couldn’t pinpoint the fragrance molested his nostrils with a gentle whiff. Their eyes opened as tongues tickled one another—and Carla’s breath caught in her throat. Her husband’s hand reached up to touch her bare shoulder, then slowly slid down to her face, neck, then—Carla had to act fast, if he touched her breast they would not make it out of the car, so she playfully slapped his hand away, and broke the kiss. “Nope! Come on or we’ll be late!” she said jumping out of the car.
Walking the halls of her old high school brought back so many salacious memories. “It says here we have to meet with Dr. Kara, room 117,” Dean said as his hand grabbed a handful of Carla’s derriere. She turned around in front of him, almost making them both fall, peck kissed him and grabbed his package. “Hmm, or, you could just let me have a meeting with this,” she grinned.
“Hi neighbors!” The couple both made annoyed faces. Their neighbor, Kate, whose four bratty children also attended Joshtown High, stood in the hallway, gawking at what she considered to be inappropriate behavior. “Well Carla, you look awfully saucy this evening? I didn’t know architects could dress so—” she searched for the right word, but before finding it, Dean cut in. “She looks absolutely fabulous, doesn’t she?”20130914_193033 (2)3604573660549900812..jpg
“Oh, yes right! Of course, she does! Well you two go on your merry way now! I guess I should be getting on to my kids’ next teacher.”
Dean and Carla rolled their eyes as the continued flirting down the hall. Neither of them could stand Kate. She was a jealous woman who loved to start gossip. She was especially jealous of the Steele’s. Carla was a big name in the architect industry, holding two master’s degrees, she was highly sought after. Her husband was ex-military, and now he was a State Trooper, quickly working his way up the ranks. Rumor had it that Kate even hated how respectful and well behaved their children were.
Once inside room 117, Carla and Dean began to make out while waiting for their child’s teacher to come back. Dean wasted no time sliding a hand up his wife’s short dress, she gasped loudly. “Shhh!” Dean joked as his mouth nuzzled her ear then assaulted her neck.
The door creaked open and both parents jumped. “Ahem!” Dr. Kara was a little surprised to catch to adults making out in her classroom, but a quick once over and she understood. “I can see you two are anxious to get out of here, so I’ll make this quick.”
Carla squeezed her legs together as the meeting wore on. The heat radiating from between her thighs was making her uncomfortably horny. She could see her husband, sitting so erect, like something else in his pants. He was trying to keep his eyes away from her, but he kept glancing over, devouring her, making her hot and moist.
The bell rung sounding it was time for them to move on to the next classroom. Carla had other plans. She grabbed Dean’s hand and rushed down the hallway, knocking past the other parents who looked at the couple in bewilderment. They practically knocked Kate over as Carla led them to the teacher’s lounge, where she knew there was a restroom that would give them some privacy.
Once inside, they let their inhibitions go. Their hands groped with passionate hunger through clothes until they found the parts they so desperately needed. Carla freed her husband’s erection as he expertly removed her thong. He picked her up and sat her on the sink counter as she guided his heavy cock to her opening, filling her, stretching her. “Oooohhh gawd! Dean you feel so good!” Dean finally got to get his hands on his wife’s breast, kneading her nipples, squeezing just enough to make her wince, as he began to thrust. She wrapped her long brown legs around him, forcing him to impale her with every inch. Their mouths wrestled with one another; her hands gripped his ass as he began to drill her violently.
Dean couldn’t believe how wet Carla was. It took every bit of concentration not to explode. Even after two children, his wife was as tight as ever. Dean pulled out abruptly, turned Carla around and bent her over the sink counter. Her hands up on the mirror, he pushed back inside of her with a grunt. He pulled her dress up revealing her tattoo20190622_1153054571101334995578002.jpg which drove him wild, and he did a thing that caused her to squirt. Amid being pounded, Carla felt pressure on her asshole. Not that she wanted to protest, but before she knew it, a finger was inserted. To keep from screaming she used one hand to cover her mouth, but she was unable to control the orgasm that took over her body. His knees buckled and she dropped to the floor as her flower gushed.
During their frenzied fucking, they forgot to close the bathroom door, giving Kate a free peep show. Neither noticed until Dean came hard in Carla’s mouth. Kate gasped causing the couple to stare in disbelief. Kate had caught them before on multiple occasions, but never outside of their home. In fact, it was their belief that she spied on them.
Carla winked up at her husband, turned to Kate, and stuck her tongue out, showing her the contents.
Dean threw his head back and laughed as she stormed out. “Fuck! We I think we missed Mr. Hawthorne’s class! We better get cleaned—” Dean looked down at his trousers, “We better go.” They laughed as they ran from the building, hand in hand, off to fuck again in the restaurant parking lot as they waited for their table to be called.

Dinner Party Pt 1

Her breath quickened. At the table with friends, boldly his hand rested between her thighs. He could feel the heat emanating from her delicate flower. “Hey, Felicia, how did that project…” she took a deep breath as his hand now began massaging her most private place. “Um, ooh, yeah um how did that project work out for you?” Felicia began describing the ups and downs of a budget crisis at her job while Denise’s friend continued his game.
Leaning over she whispered seductively, “You have no idea what you are doing.” Rob stopped. “Meet me upstairs in the bathroom.” She excused herself. Moments later Rob’s phone rang, “Yeah sure, uh, I’ll be right there. Hey guys, um, I’m going to go check on Denise, she said she’s not feeling well.”
“Oh no, is she ok?” Carol asked.
“She said she was feeling hot all over,” Rob smirked. Once upstairs he closed the door to the bathroom. “Fuck me, right now!” Their lips met violently as Rob slid his hands under skirt moving her thong out of the way. “Turn around,” he said aggressively, pushing her over the sink.
Rob shoved himself into her sex with force, causing a hungry groan to slip through her delicate lips. “This feels so good, but its not good,” Denise panted. Rob knew what she was referring to, but neither one of them was willing to stop. “Do it, go head baby.” She could tell he was close. With their friends downstairs, Rob grunted and convulsed, pumping his friend with his seed. “Splash some water on your face,” and back downstairs they went, his cum dripping into her already damp underwear.
“Hey girl, are you ok?”
“Oh, yes, now I am. Rob helped me cool off.”

-SpKn

House Warming

The housewarming had ended, Kevin was coming back in from escorting the last guests to their cars. He was in search of Casey, his wife. Her back was to him in their new kitchen.
“Mmhm, look at this here hot sexy lady of mine!” He exclaimed in his big booming voice. He walked up and wrapped his arms around her from behind. He kissed her neck, “You smell good, you look good,” his hands began roaming, caressing her waist, her thighs. The jean skirt and wife beater she wore had him hot for her all evening. Twice he caught her bending over showing off her ample cleavage and he had to fight the urge to give his guests a show. Now was his chance. He loved that about Casey, she could communicate her need/want for him with such confidence no matter who was around.
Casey playfully tried to get him to stop, but his hands on her breasts felt amazing, and the throbbing of his manhood pressed against had her warm and moist. “Mm, baby, Darlene, she’s still here, she’s…” Kevin cut her off, his hand was now between her legs, rubbing with love and passion at her clit, “Shh, don’t worry about her.” His breath was hot and heavy. Casey knew he possibly had a few too many beers, but she also knew she wore this outfit for this very purpose.
Darlene had come down from the bathroom just in time to hear Kevin tell his wife not to worry about her. Just in time to see him pull all eight inches of his magnificent cock out of his pants. Casey was bent down on the table, her right leg up on it, her skirt pulled over her ass. She gasped, but apparently neither of them heard her. She just stood there, watching. She watched as Kevin began to inch his way inside of her friend, she listened as Casey moaned.
“Ugh, baby girl you feel so good, I swear I didn’t think I’d make it till the guests left!” Kevin’s hands massaged his wife’s shoulders as he began to stroke her love canal. “Damn babe, you’re soaked!” Casey moaned, she had been wanting him all evening. She knew the shorts she picked out for him showed off his package, but she didn’t care, she liked to show him off in that manner. She was always certain to take care of him. She saw how some of the other women looked at and even flirted with him. It made her hot to watch. But now, here she was bent over the table, she had to put her leg back down, her husband deep inside her, moans growing louder, she was on the verge.
Darlene began to get wet. Shit! She thought, I shouldn’t be here! I need to go sit outside… but she couldn’t. Her friend’s body was amazing, and her friend’s husband seemed to know how to work it. She and her husband never did anything so bold, so uncouth, so disgusting. The kitchen table, of all places, with a guest still in the—Darlene’s hand was in her pants, rubbing aggressively at her clit. Casey had taken off her top, her bare breasts bounced back and forth as she pushed her hips back into her husband’s. “Fuuckk! Give it to me babe! Fuck me! Harder!!” Darlene’s other hand went up her shirt and she began to roll a nipple. To her utter amazement, Kevin stopped his pounding and turned Casey around. She sat up on the table and he got down on his knees. What he did next sent Darlene’s head spinning.
Kevin’s tongue danced with Casey’s clit. First he back to gently suck and slup. Casey waited anxiously for what was next. Boom!!! She exploded, gushing violently as her husband’s tongue worked a figure eight then dove inside of her. She gripped the sides of the table so hard the brown skin on her knuckles began to flush.
Darlene’s hands moved faster, harder. She knew they weren’t done. Kevin stood up and entered Casey again, giving her no time to recover. Casey tingled all over, sweat began to bead around her hair line, matting down her hair down. Kevin picked her up causing Casey to cry out as all of him abruptly disappeared deep inside.
Darlene was jealous. Watching her best friend get fucked this way, she only wished she and her husband could break out of their constraints, be this—this bold, this wild. She found herself being jealous of the tool that was bounding her friend into oblivion, wishing her husband was as hung, as creative. Her breath quickened. Fuck! She thought, I can’t let this go standing here in their new home. But she did, she bit her lip as an orgasm ripped her body apart. She almost collapsed, but she regained her composure and hobbled back into the family room.
From there Darlene listened as her friend Casey was fucked for another ten minutes before she heard the most beautiful sound, Kevin moaning and growling. She had decided to go back, and she was just in time to see Casey on her knees, her husband emptying his balls into her mouth. Her dark eyes glittered with pleasure as she looked up at him.
Darlene didn’t realize how exposed she was. Casey happened to glance over and see her, standing there. Their eyes met, and she displayed her salty treat to Kevin, driving him wild as she played with his creamy gift of protein, she smiled with pride and joy at her friend, who sheepishly blushed and backed away.
Darlene went back to the couch, hot, bothered, and embarrassed. She texted her husband Darren hoping he was close.

Shipping Out

“This could be my last day,” he said leaning in. She gazed up at him like a school girl would her crush, “Yes, but what if it isn’t? Then what?” He could see her breathing had increased as did his. They held each other with their eyes, sensuality coursing through their veins. “Then that’s a chance we take, at least it will be out of our system.” He leaned in and their lips met with passionate timidity. His arms gently crushed her into his chest, the kiss stealing the breath from her lungs. Their tongues danced and wrestled, their embrace electrifying. The kiss was broken as each felt the desire for something more, and they returned to their separate ways, thoughts loud with bewildered emancipation.

-SpKn