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Her inner thighs were coated with her moisture, glistening
in the low light. My mouth watered as I looked at her.
God, what wouldn’t I
do for a taste of her…

Yanking her down, he slipped a couch pillow under her
moist buttocks. Now her sweet pink cunny was exposed more than
ever—swelling and dripping with honey.

He didn’t look at either of us but we instinctively knew
what to do. Mrs. Stewart and I lifted up a leg, savoring the sight of her soft
folds so obscenely exposed. Mr. Stewart pulled down his sweatpants to reveal
his stiff, angry cock, its tip shining with pre-cum.

As he stroked his cock up and down her slit, coating
himself with her slippery cream, Shanna moaned and tried to arch up towards
him. I knew how she felt...at this point, she’d say anything, do anything to
get him to fuck her.

I kissed her knee, feeling her tense. I drifted my hand
down her thigh, feeling her softness, playing with her clit as Mr. Stewart
tantalized her with his thick shaft.

“This is all for you, Shanna,” he whispered to her. “All
for you, angel.”

His eyes locked on hers, he pushed the tip of his cock
inside her, his bare ass clenching with the effort of restraint.

“How does that feel, huh?”

She squirmed. “More,” she gasped. “Please?”

He eased himself forward, watching her pussy stretch
around his cock. “Goddamnit, Shanna. You are so fucking
tight.
”

Mrs. Stewart kissed her husband’s shoulder, the hungry
look of desire on her face.

She and I were having a hard time keeping Shanna on the
rug now. She bucked against us, struggling to move, starving for more.

“Mr. Stewart, please,” was all she could manage to squeak
out.

He pulled his hips back until his cock rested at her
glistening opening, then pushed himself back inside her, filling her so fully
and deeply that she cried out and spasmed out of my hands.

I climbed on top of her then, my hands braced on either
side of her head, my head lowered down to capture hers in a hard, feverish
kiss.

“Ashlyn,” she gasped out. “It feels—it feels so
good—“

I kissed down her neck, her shoulder, licked that little
nook between her collarbones, found her pillowy breasts, massaged them and
licked them frantically like I had lost every last moral scruple I ever had.
She still tasted faintly sweet and milky, and I sucked those dainty pink
nipples so hard she twisted underneath my hands. Her trembling hands came up to
touch my tits, play with my nipples, and the ferocity of my desire only
doubled. God, I wanted to feel her getting fucked.

I lowered the wet thatch of my pussy onto her stomach,
pinning her in place on the rug. She started to reach her hands up towards me
but then let them fall weakly to the side, letting me do whatever I wanted. I
rubbed myself against her silky flesh, feeling my slick folds wet and leaking
on her belly, my clit aching with pleasure against her skin.
Could she feel
how hot I was?

Sighing with pleasure, Mrs. Stewart watched the three of
us, our bodies intertwined in a sweaty, obscene tangle. She’d undone us all.

Behind me, Mr. Stewart was moving faster now, his cock
pistoning in and out of her. I could feel Shanna shudder with each thrust
,
struggling
to not drown under the sensations shooting through her pussy. No one was
touching me, but I was taking advantage of Shanna, straddling her, rubbing
myself against her, bringing myself to the edge of desire as I fondled her
breasts and played with her mouth.

I pushed a finger past her lips and she suckled it,
obedient. I never thought I’d have this kind of power over another woman. She
couldn’t say no—wouldn’t say no.
I want to feel you come, angel girl.
It
was as if she read my mind: clutching the rug with her fists, Shanna shrieked,
the orgasm spasming out from her pussy like a wave, coming hard and almost
bucking me off of her.

The sight of her with her mouth open, almost senseless
with pleasure, pushed me over the edge. I wept, my nerves on fire, and ground
my clit into her one last time as I came on her slick belly.

The force of Mr. Stewart’s thrusts now shook us both, and
he seized onto me, his hands groping my tits even as he plunged into her hot
pussy over and over, faster and faster. He was fondling one girl and fucking
another at the same time. Pinned against him I could feel his muscles
tightening, his ragged breathing in my ear.

Yes. I want you to come inside her.

A low groan sounded in my ears as he came, his cock buried
deep inside her…he poured his load into her luscious pussy, pulsing and
squeezing until she was full of his cum. His hands still clutched at my tits,
stroking my curves as he thrust into Shanna one last time.

“Jesus Christ,” he murmured, totally spent.

* * * *

Not long after, the storm began to lighten up outside. The
wind stopped howling and I knew that in the morning, everything would be
covered in a pure white layer of fresh snow—a fresh start.

I’d like to take the high road and pretend that not a
single jealous crossed my mind after that, but that would be a damn dirty lie. I’m
human, after all. Still, after that night, there was no denying that Shanna and
I had something special whenever we were together.

What’s more, that innocent little Midwestern girl turned
to be a sex fiend. The next morning I found Mr. Stewart pounding into her on
the breakfast table, and later that same day she went back to the sauna with
Mrs. Stewart. She was insatiable, begging to spend every night in my bed if we
couldn’t get into theirs. I got really attached to her: her fine,
strawberry-scented hair, the way she’d curl up against me, the fiery taste of
her lips and the little pranks that she played on everyone.

On our way to the airport, we held hands. We knew it would
be months before we saw each other again, even if we had phone calls already
planned for the next week. I let her keep my camisole, and she promised she’d
let me see it again—on Skype.

The thing that reassured me was that we left the Stewarts’
cabin with keys in both our pockets. We’d have to go back to our normal lives
and our regular schools, sure—but magic waited for us back in that cabin.

Only eleven months and one week to go.

The
End

ABOUT EMME SALT

Emme Salt is your
shy girl-next-door with a
very
naughty imagination.

When she’s not
reading or indulging her sweet tooth, she likes to stay up late crafting
red-hot erotic stories. A native Californian, Emme lives on the coast with her
husband, two pups, and thousands of dog-eared paperbacks.

Stay in touch with
Emme at
http://emmesalt.com
!

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and James Edgar have plans for their seductive new nanny—plans that
require Chloe to prove her worth in a whole new way.

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“Chloe,” she said. “We both think you’re beautiful. Is that
so hard to believe?”

“Well—yeah,” I admitted, blushing even harder.

“You
are
,” she said. She slipped off his lap and
pulled me over, her eyes dark and feline. “And I’ll prove it. If you’ll let
me.”

With that, she kissed me. Just like that, like no one else
was watching—like James wasn’t even in the room.

Frozen with surprise at first, I melted as soon as I felt
the soft flicker of her tongue over my lips, stroking my mouth open, rubbing
against my own tongue.

Like I was her trained pet, I opened to her, letting her
hands ease down my tank top, massaging my breasts through the thin cotton. It
didn’t even occur to me to make her stop—she touched me and I gave in.
Even in front of
him.

“Do you feel beautiful?” She drew away from the kiss for a
moment. I panted softly, barely able to think. My eyes met hers. She stroked my
cheek. “I want to make you feel so good, honey. Can I? Will you let me?”

I nodded
yes
, and she kissed down my neck. I felt a
hand on my thigh, making soft circles above my knee. My pussy throbbed in
response...how far would she go?

She pulled my knees open, running her fingertips over the
soft flesh of my inner thigh. I inhaled sharply. With a wicked smile, her
fingers found the wet cotton of my panties and stroked my clit gently through
the fabric, teasing.

“Ohh…” My mouth open, I slumped against the sofa cushions.
I closed my eyes, but they fluttered open when I felt a rough kiss on my bare
shoulder.
James.
He ran his lips back up my throat, his stubble
prickling at my skin.

I jumped slightly, but in a moment I was arching my neck as
he pressed his mouth on my flesh and sucked and licked at my throat. Mira was
soft, but James was hard, insistent.

He traced my jaw with his dry, hot lips before catching my
chin in his hand and turning my head towards him. I looked into his eyes for
the first time, and he studied me for a moment before kissing me. He pressed
hard against my mouth, his tongue flickering over the edge of my teeth.

Beneath me, Mira now knelt between my legs, one hand
bracing my thigh and the other working at my clit, her pupils dark and wide
with desire. She pushed my panties to the side, and parted my slippery folds.
As James kissed and sucked on my neck and shoulders, I could only see glimpses
of her fingers working under my skirt—sliding, stroking, gently
thrusting.

James pulled down the top of my tank, lifting a soft, perky
breast from my bra. He licked its bottom before tracing a slow circle around my
nipple.

“Oh god,” I whispered, my voice raspy.

As if that had pleased him, he lapped at my nipple, which
was hard and dark pink in the low light. I squirmed now, desperately wishing
that he’d just take off my top and play with my other nipple, still trapped
underneath my bra. No...he lavished his attention on the bare breast, cupping
and kneading my flesh as he sucked hard at the nipple trapped between his lips.

“James, c’mere,” said Mira’s breathy voice.

Then suddenly, his mouth was gone and there was only cold
air on my wet skin. My eyelids flew open.

He stood up. Moving behind Mira, who still kneeled in front
of me, he had the shaky look of someone on the verge of losing control. “Look
at her,” she murmured to him. She pushed my skirt up to my waist, exposing my
panties, the crotch completely drenched in my wetness.

“Jesus,” he muttered, the bulge in his pants growing. He
stroked her hair and swallowed thickly. “Take off her panties, sweetheart.”

She hooked her fingers into my panties and dragged them
down over my legs. I must have been quite the sight: hair all mussed, lips
swollen, a breast hanging out obscenely from my top...and from the waist down,
I was naked, wet, and ready.

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