All Chapters of Steamy Dreams : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Today was the day and I was looking forward to the whole family coming around.Mom was busy in the kitchen with Grandma, and Dad was out back with my older brother Kevin chopping firewood. Usually I would help her (as all the women usually did the cooking), but this year she gave me the day-off saying that I had earned a break.We lived out in the country - I mean way way out in the country. It was a good hour to get here from anywhere. Customs were different for us out here and thanksgiving was when the rest of the family came to visit.Auntie Heather rolled into the driveway and I waved at her from the porch. Out from the truck popped Uncle Carl, my cousins Tyler, Percy and Oliver.They all walked past me on their way to the house, Uncle Carl slapping my on my ass on the way in. I couldn't blame him - I had on a pair of denim shorts that rose right up to reveal my ass. I liked the attention.Next to arrive was Grandad. He drove a great big pickup truck. From the truck came Auntie Ma

We'd booked a table at Ovoli, the kind of place where the booths are deep red velvet and the candlelight keeps everything in soft half-shadow. I wore the navy blue dress Travis likes, the one with a low neckline, no back, hem that stopped a careful inch below dangerous, and some lace lingerie underneath. Travis wore charcoal wool on top and khakis, fitted enough to remind anyone watching exactly what was under it. We were dressed just proactively enough to attract the right attention.After checking in with the matre D and finding our table Vincent appeared and presented us with the wine list and a half-smile that seemed to say he already knew what we were drinking. Tall, maybe six-three, sleeves rolled up to show corded forearms dusted with dark hair. Olive skin, sharp cheekbones, and green eyes that moved from my mouth to Travis's and back again without apology. When he leaned in to pour the tasting sample, the sleeve of his shirt brushed my bare shoulder. I let it linger. Travis's

I parted my lips and took Travis into my mouth, sliding down his familiar length until his smooth, swollen head kissed the entrance of my throat. He gave the gentlest roll of his hips -- just enough to ease that final inch past the tight ring of muscle -- and I swallowed around him, feeling his pulse throb against my tongue while a low, approving groan rumbled through his chest and into my bones. At the exact same second, Vincent's restraint snapped; with a guttural sound he surged forward, burying that last impossible inch of his thick cock inside me in one slick, claiming push. The stretch was immediate and overwhelming, my pussy clamped down hard, spasming helplessly around his girth while my throat struggled around Travis, every breath, every heartbeat suddenly centered on the two rigid shafts filling me from both ends. I had never felt more completely full in my life; Front and back, mouth and cunt, stuffed and pinned and perfectly, deliriously owned, suspended between the two me

My wardrobe was a huge problem. I'd always worn my older sister's hand-me-downs, but after she ran away, that supply dried up. My mother ignored me and never took me shopping for new clothes. I didn't even own a proper bra until I was nineteen, and even then, it was with a friends help. So that summer, I was still wearing the same flimsy t-shirts and shorts from years before, except now they were tight against my new shape.For the first time in my life, boys started noticing me. I'd been invisible to them for so long, and now their glances felt like I was in the spotlight. I didn't know if they were seeing me or just the outline of my breasts through my small tight fitting tops. It was exciting and confusing at the same time.Mentally, I was still naive. I knew nothing about sex. There was no internet to secretly search, no sex education at school, and my mother had certainly never given me "the talk." I was so sheltered from my church upbringing that I honestly had only a fuzzy, chi

"What a filthy little whore you are, Joanna," he smirks at me. "Is your pussy wet?" I open my mouth to answer but then I stop myself and instead I slip my hand into the waistband of my panties, drawing the opening of my slit with my fingertips. I gasp when I feel how creamy my pussy has gotten, still sore from being fucked by Jeff, but unmistakably swollen and leaking with desire now... I bring my wet fingers to Mike's face, running them around his lips again and again before he catches them in his mouth and sucks on them greedily. "Mmmm," he moans as he licks and sucks my creamy little fingers. "Such a sweet young cunt..." He brings me up to my feet and then gets down on his knees, his face only inches from my mound. I close my eyes and a moment later, I feel his breath on me through the cotton, then his nose pressed against my slit, inhaling... Fuck, that feels so good, his breath so warm on my panties, his nose pressing against my clit. I whimper and grind against his face impat