Review. Faster updates for this and other stories if this and other stories get more reviews. Would love to see art work of this or any of my other work. Faster reviews for my other less popular stories means that more updates at a faster pace. Or just more stories like this one.
Also any requests in reviews will probably be ignored.
Also just to be clear. I do not do pedophilia, all characters are aged up in this stuff or aged down depending on the character, no loli, no yaoi, no shota, I don't do watersports (Shit/Piss/fart fetish shit)I don't do stuff like vore or entire bodies getting shoved into places (Shrink play) I don't do blood play or torture (Ball/cock crushing etc) or certain old people, (Yes I am a fucking hypocrite) . Also if you ask for something in reviews that normally means I won't do it. So anyone who asks for that will be disappointed. If you have questions/requests/suggestions PM me instead.
Also have an ao3 account under the same name. and same titles.
Hopefully more coming soon. Sorry for the delay.
The door closed to the Noceda household. Willow gave one last look and a wave to Hunter as he sat in the top window. He waved back. She always looked so cute in her green summer dress. Especially since she and Amity had been doing each others braids more and more often. They had been experimenting with something called a 'French Braid' whatever that was. It was apparently from some country in the human world.
Luz and Vee argued over who was in shotgun while Gus hogged most of the back to himself. Finally the housemates all drove off. The old car puttering around the corner. Hunter took off the blanket he had wrapped around his shoulders. He felt a little bad deceiving his friends like this. After all he did care about them all deeply. And he also knew just how terrible being lied to was…
But he also had to find a little bit of free time with Camila. He was starting to go crazy. It felt like it had been months and months since their last little fuck session. Although it was just a few days at most.
He walked to the bedroom door. Slowly kicking off his socks. He shimmied out of his shirt and left it on the floor. The others were going out to see a few of the famous Connecticut tourist sites. Which Luz insisted were not a thing. But Gus apparently had dug up a few different areas that should be of interest to them all. The human obsessed little man was incredibly good at investigating.
Hunter gripped his belt and pulled it out. His pants bagging a little around his muscular buttocks. He licked his lips. The two of them had been acting coy around each other. Sneaking little looks. Biding their time. Neither wanted it to be just a quick slam bam thank you ma'am sort of love making. It was unspoken between the two of them. They wanted to savor it.
And in the silent house they had all the time they needed. Hunter poked his head around doorframes. First into Camila's bedroom, the blinds were drawn and the bed was made. Books were stacked everywhere. He glanced into a storage room. Still empty. He headed back towards the staircase. Taking the steps two at a time.
She was seated on the living room sofa. Her back straight. The TV off. She still stared straight ahead. As if hypnotized. Camila's shoulders looked tense. She was wearing a gray t shirt, a pair of blue jeans, and her hair was loose and flowing in curls around her cheek and chin. Making her slightly rounded face look curtained and mysterious.
Hunter paused right behind her. His bare feet had padded weightlessly from staircase to sofa. He pressed his fingertips to her shoulders. Camila let out a tense sigh. Slowly easing into his impromptu massage. A very bad massage but a massage all the same. She let out a gasp as his thumbs dug into her shoulder blades.
"We're alone now." He whispered. She nodded.
"We can do anything we want. They won't be back for hours. Maybe not even until tonight." Hunter said. A feeling was stirring in his core. Like he had too many sodas and too many bananas in one sitting. She bit her lip. Still not making a sound. Hunter let out his own little sigh.
"Camila…please….don't you want to?" He said into her ear. He was talking more like a lover. A private moment between adults. Between people who had never wanted anything more then each other.
"I…I want to." She whispered. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. "But Luz…and Willow…"
"What about them? Besides I asked Luz if it is okay to go after someone that you care about. And I care about you. I want you. I want you so badly." He pressed his nose to her hair. Giving it a little kiss. Her hands crawled upwards and gripped his fingertips. Squeezing the strong calloused magic makers.
"We can't keep on doing this in secret though. Eventually they will find out. And the moment they do it won't be pretty. And the longer that we keep this from them the more it will hurt them. It's not right of us. It's not fair to Willow. Or to Luz. Or to any of them. Their your friends. They are my responsibility….We should…we have to…"Camila looked over her shoulder at Hunter.
His eyes were deep. And his lips were pressed together. Such full lips. Such kissable lips. There were small scars around the corners where he had chewed on them for too long and too hard. Camila let out a shiver of joy.
The two closed the distance between them. Pressing their lips together. Their mouths hungry for the taste of the others tongue. Eager to swap saliva. Camila's hands reached upwards and buried themselves in Hunter's hair. Tickling his scalp. Her fingernails leaving little crescent moon shaped marks on him.
Hunter gripped her shoulders. Slowly he eased one leg over the side of the couch. He pushed her down as he pushed himself up. Soon she was on her back. Her legs wrapped around his hips like she was a woman two decades younger. A college grad trying a new position. Eager to fling herself around.
Camila let out another gasp. Hunter's hands had rushed down her sides, and slipped underneath her shirt. Pushing it upwards. His eagerness mixing with his desire. Her moans came out suddenly. As easily as breathing. It was either moan or end it all. Surrender to the debauchery. To the wrongness of the situation.
She gulped as he pushed her shirt upwards, ever upwards. Until it was right above her tits. Her bra was simple. An unadorned white and black boob holder. Hunter gazed at it as if it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. His fingers stretched out, a little snap and the bra flopped open. Her breasts bounced a second. For such large melon sized udders of unparallelled pleasure, they defied gravity. They defied logic. They were hypnotic.
Hunter leaned downwards, his tongue popping out. He waggled his tongue tip on a nipple nub. Stimulating first the left, and then the right. Camila gasped and giggled, her face turning brighter and brighter. She wiggled in his grip. Her hands going down to her jeans and pulling them off. She had to shake her hips from side to side to finally get them slipping.
The rasping sound of denim on thigh meat almost sounded like her body sighing. Giving its consent to what was about to happen next. Her pussy lips were starting to get wet. Starting to get just as eager as Hunter was. He continued to switch from nipple to nipple. Licking and sucking, flicking and playing. His mouth left a long trail of spit connected from one breast to the other. He kept on switching over and over. Popping off, moving up, moving over. And then latching on again. His hands also worked her tits. When his mouth was on one boob, his other hand would knead the other. Treating it like a ball of raw dough. Squeezing and massaging. Pressing and pumping. His hands were sinking into her breasts. Making dimples in her flesh. His teeth left small marks along her body. Almost as if he was leaving his own thumbprint in her.
Camila let out a little groan. Her teeth were standing on edge. All of the crazy amounts of simulation was starting to get to her. She tried to keep a clear head. Tried to think of all of this in a borderline rational way. After all she was a mother, a home owner, a care taker, a fucking VET….but all she wanted to be treated as right then and there was as a woman. A lover. A human being that could touch, be touched, and give love in the most wild powerful sexually charged way possible.
And Hunter was providing it. He was staring at her eyes like they were works of art. He was sucking on her breasts like they were pieces of the sweetest candy. He was touching her like she was the softest most mind boggling thing in the universe. And his fingers just wouldn't stop!
He brought one hand down to her sex. His fingers touching her through the thin cloth. She was wet within seconds. And after a few minutes of pressure she was groaning. Holding his shoulder and head. Keeping him in place. Gripping onto him like he was a life preserver and she did not want to drown. A churning sea of pleasure was crashing and shifting inside of her.
Camila strained and gasped. Her toes curled. She finally kicked off the slippers she had been wearing. Hunter's toes curled too, and his tongue wobbled on the very top of one of her pleasure knobs.
Camila gasped and made a ridiculous face. Eyes rolling beneath her eyelids. Teeth gritting like she was chewing beef jerky. And cheeks wobbling and red. Her hips bucked upwards. Rubbing harder against Hunter's fingers. His fingers pressed firmly against her panties and a small amount slipped inside of her. Just up to his first knuckle. But that was enough to get her off.
Camila was gasping as her hips wiggles. Her thighs clapped and Hunter groaned against her sweet skin. She smelt of lilacs and soft showers. Of a well lived in house and the rare scent exclusive to milfs.
Hunter finally yanked his head off of her cleavage. Their faces were red. They panted to catch their breaths. And then Hunter's eyes hardened. His military training starting to kick in. And part of that training included a lot of stamina and endurance. Which meant that he wasn't even starting to get tired. Camila felt her heart go pitter patter. She let out a joy filled shriek as Hunter scooped her up.
Within moments she was rearranged, pulled around, flung about. And finally came to rest on the sofa. On her shoulders. Her legs dangling above her head. Knees cocked and feet hanging over the back. She looked up at Hunter in amazement. He smirked. Satisfied at this complicated yoga position. She felt like she had been flung there like a used suitcase.
"You really think this is—" She was cut off when Hunter buried his face between her thighs. His hands gripping her ankles and pushing down. Her first orgasm had washed over her. Making her brain go flat and spongey. Waiting for more pleasure to pump through her and bring her to another level of nirvana. And Hunter was more then willing to get her there.
He licked the soaking wet pussy. Her slippery juices played over his tongue like a fine wine. The kind that only gets better with age. He slurped and licked and squeezed her hard. As if he wanted to see his hand prints start to pop up on her. As if he wanted to mark her, claim her, say that this body was his. That they were lovers. As if every mark, every hicky, every bite, every suck, every handprint was him declaring his love for her, his lust for her. His overwhelming boner breaking desire for her body.
Camila let out a little grunt as his tongue assaulted her insides. Now she was not one to complain about oral. After all the best lovers had good box munching skills. And only real men willing put their lovers genitalia in their lips. But Hunter was treating her like she was a fucking ice cream cake.
His tongue and jaw were working at her. Slurping and licking. She wondered if his tongue was twice the size of a normal humans. Then she wondered if that was true of all witches. If it was then Luz was going to be a VERY pleased wife.
Camila let out deeper and deeper grunts. Soon devolving into just letting out a deep bellow. Her pussy walls were slick with his spit and her desire. His hard work was paying off. In the way she bounced back against him. In the way that her glasses rapidly fogged up. In the ways that her stomach twitched and jiggled with every last move that he made.
His dick slapped her firmly in the forehead. His cockhead was oozing out pre cum. Just licking her out was getting him hot and horny. She could definitely see that he was going to be wild when they finally got to the final stage.
And then just like that Hunter pulled away. He gripped his shaft, rubbing his fingers over it. He slapped his palm against the side a few times. A thick anaconda sized vein popped out. The sort that was known to leave scar tissue on the inside of a woman. That was no man's dick. That was the cock of a breeding bull. A stud that was exclusively found between the book covers of poorly written cowboy erotica.
Hunter flicked his thumb over his slippery cockhead. His penis was almost winking at her. Daring her to deny it. Camila let out a shaky breath. And she spread her legs. Hunter let out a delighted little squeal. A high pitched delight that encompassed all of his joy. All of the pleasure he had been holding back.
He dug his fingers into her thighs. Spreading her legs until she winced. He then carefully slid himself into her. His cock head nosed forward, spreading her pussy lips as easily as he spread her legs. Diving deeply within her secret sexual chambers. Finding every nook and cranny. Finally his balls hit against her entrance.
Camilla let out a long sustained moan. Her body adjusting to his length. Hunter paused and stared down at her. It was a bit of an awkward position since she had her face somewhere near his knee caps.
"You okay?" He asked. Worry etched across his face. He wanted to give this woman pleasure not pain. Never pain. She grinned up at him, thin lipped and sickly.
"Everything is okay! I'm fine Hunter! Just…oof give me a minute. It's been a while. And you are very big. Plus I haven't been fucked-fucked for a long time. Just…" She let out a few pants as she adjusted herself. The position might have been pleasurable and super kinky. But it wasn't exactly comfortable. She felt like all the blood was rushing to her head. This would be an ideal pose for a porn star. Or for a woman half her age. But she was really starting to feel the strain. On her back being supported by a mountain of pillows was probably the most comfortable pose for a woman her age.
Finally she let out a sigh and gripped the sofa cushions. Crushing something beneath them. Chips probably. Vee loved to vegetate in front of the TV with a big bag of them. Sometimes the basilisk left crumbs.
"I'm ready…Let's get it on." Hunter didn't need any more permission then that. He pushed himself forward. His balls pressed against her entrance. Then he pulled back. Back and forth. Back and forth. Like he was sawing through a log. Her pussy lips were leaking. There was barely enough room for him in there.
The soft sound of flesh hitting flesh plapped through the house. The sun shined lovingly on top of the small household. As lovingly as the lovemaking that was commencing inside. Hunter groaned. His nose wrinkling. Her body was starting to get sweaty. And that just left a small almost glowing hue to her.
He paused and wiggled his hips. Making small figure eights with his butt. Her own ass was clenching and relaxing with each thrust. Her mind was melting. Not wandering, melting. Thoughts and feelings were mixing and twirling. Turning into a stew of pure pleasure.
Camila let out a high pitched giggle. The kind that came from the very anxious and the very excited. Her body was loosening up. Intense work outs did that. Her fingernails were working into the cushions. Leaving dents. Tearing a small hole. The fire like passion dancing between one part of her body and another part of her body made her lose track of time. Of position. Of reality itself.
She felt like he was really making her body his own. Like he was forcing it to twist and melt. Remolding it. On the one hand that was insane. On the other hand it also felt freeing.
Camila felt her orgasm crash out of her like a sea. The escaping pleasure echoed their gasping groaning symphony. Neither of them needed any words to tell the other how they felt. Those words would have been made redundant. And probably would have been silenced from the hot sounds of their bodies mating.
"Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck." Camila intoned like a broken record. She could not hold herself back. Her next orgasm came. She was amazed, surprised, gobsmacked. It had been years since she last had an overpowering orgasm like that. Let alone three so close together. Making love like this…being pressed and pushed and entered and FUCKED…It reminded her of being young. Of when she first married Manny. Of the way that they would just spend entire days exploring each other's bodies. Chasing each other around the house. Nude, sweaty, breathless, chests rising. He would scoop her up and place her on a counter. He would corner her when she was taking a shower. He would find her lounging watching some sci fi rerun and lay down next to her.
They did not wear clothing that often at home until she got pregnant. Why bother? It was just going to wind up on the floor anyway. Camila felt her heart hitch. Her wedding ring squeezed warm and comfortably against her finger. Her legs shifted and her mouth popped. Spit was glazing the inside of her throat like a donut frosting.
Hunter's balls rubbed against her face. Going from forehead to nose to chin. His pumping cock was pushing her pussy into a brand new shape. Refiguring it into the perfect hole for pleasure. Into the perfect hole for his pleasure. Rewarding it with a back breaking orgasm.
Camila moaned and shifted. Her hair shaking against his toes. Hunter groaned. He was in the zone. His chest was rising and falling. His breathing was controlled. His biceps were throbbing. He was the very image of a wonderful powerful beast, a machine, a military man, a being designed with the perfect body in mind. And yet he was also relieving so much pressure. He was embracing what he had always wanted. He was engulfed in love. His feelings of joy were being transmitted as acts of pure unrivaled lust.
His stomach was fluttery with butterflies. The same fluttery butterflies he would get whenever willow gave him a thumbs up, or a pat on the back. The sort of butterflies that come from being near someone you truly care about. His teeth gnashed and bit at the air. He curved his back and flung his head upwards. The veins in his neck standing out as thick as vines.
Hunter's nostrils flared and he pumped himself all the way to the base. Her ass cheeks slipped into his hands. He pressed the large fun bags together. Making Camilla squeal in enjoyment. Her eyes focused immediately on his balls. They tightened and then splurged his cum inside of her. Wads of semen flooded her awaiting womb. Pumping the chamber full. Then spreading thickly down her pussy walls before exploding with her own orgasm around his cock. The two let out long hard gasps.
Hunter collapsed backwards. Sitting on the sofa beside Camila. Her booty still in the air and twitching a little. A thick sloppy chunk of his love dripped down her stomach. A glob of cum finally reaching her tits. Long thick streams were working out of her. The sheer amount was mind boggling.
Camila let out a satisfied sigh. Her legs were throbbing, her womb was full, and her head was lolling on the top of her neck. Hunter's fingers absentmindedly went to her pussy and to her ass. He gently rubbed and played with the mess. Making his fingers sloppy again. Her twitching pussy seemed to be trying to escape his hands. But he merely chased after her. His fingers found her clit and began to flick and twist. Making her wiggle and gasp. Her hands came down to her head. Knuckles dragging against the carpet.
"Hunter…darling…please we've got to…" She didn't know how she was going to finish that sentence. Stop? Too late for that. Clean up? There was still time. Go again? Her body was still twisting in amazement. She felt like she had run a marathon. The house reeked of their combined love making.
"That was amazing Camila. Thank you…thank you so much." Hunter said. He leaned over and gave her ass cheek a little kiss. A planted little peck. Just to make her shiver. Camila slowly and carefully slid off of the sofa. Hunter watched with a small smile. His eyelids were heavy and he felt ready for a nap.
Camila got onto the floor. Between his legs. Her eyes stared upwards at him. Her glasses catching the light. Hunter gazed back down. His breath was still hitching slightly in his chest. She leaned forwards and gave his dick head a little kiss herself. The scent of her pussy was mingling with the taste of his jizz. The thick heady addictive feeling of needing more more more more ripped through her.
Her breasts were squeezed between her arms as she gave his dick another kiss. Then began to relax her jaw. She worked his cock down her throat. Taking the entirety of it inside of her. Hunter let out a squirming little giggle.
Then she began to increase her speed. Her gulping growling schlepping wet blow job taking all of her concentration. Her nostrils were thick with his pubic hair. Her eyes were wet with desire.
Her heart was beating in a way that only her husband had ever awakened within her. She shifted so that her feet rested beneath her haunches. She could feel his cum draining out of her. Sticking to the floor. Making a mess on the carpet. Her body was begging for more. Eager for more of his love. Almost as if it was making room.
Hunter gripped the back of the couch and ground his teeth. His chest was as red as his face. His body was also craving it. Her tongue game was strong. She managed to slip her face all the way along his thigh. She cupped his balls. They sat so perfectly in her palm. Like a little fidget toy. That she got all to herself.
Camila's eyes began to fill with tears. She was just so fucking happy! Hunter's orgasm worked its way up his shaft. Coming upwards, upwards, and finally spurting like a glorious geyser across her lips. The thick wads of cum spurted cheekily out between her lips. Making her teeth slimy, her breath short, her core burning. The fire that he had awoken within her was raging. And even if her body could hardly keep up…she wanted more!
Hunter panted, his cock spurt out another thick rope of cum. Making the layers across her face look like a cobweb. She took her glasses off, picked up her discarded shirt and cleaned them off.
They didn't even say a word. Just panted, staring, the early afternoon sunlight bathing them in a glow. The glow of lovers. The glow of desire. The glow of passion.
The door slammed open suddenly. Luz walking in while holding her small hand held satchel. It was leather and made with discarded buckles she had found at the dump.
"Yo I forgot the-WHAT THE FUCK?!" Luz shouted at the top of her lungs. Camila gasped. Her hands instantly smacking onto her breasts. Her nipples sending out a wave of confused pleasure.
"Oh." Willow said softly as she stepped in behind Luz. She looked between the nude blushing Hunter and the cum coated Camila. Luz was standing, eye twitching, hands held up in claws of confusion, mouth slack and body rigid.
Willow surveyed the scene before her. Eyes blank, arms dangling by her side.
"Alright then."
Review. Faster updates for this and other stories if this and other stories get more reviews. Would love to see art work of this or any of my other work. Faster reviews for my other less popular stories means that more updates at a faster pace. Or just more stories like this one.
Also any requests in reviews will probably be ignored.
Also just to be clear. I do not do pedophilia, all characters are aged up in this stuff or aged down depending on the character, no loli, no yaoi, no shota, I don't do watersports (Shit/Piss/fart fetish shit)I don't do stuff like vore or entire bodies getting shoved into places (Shrink play) I don't do blood play or torture (Ball/cock crushing etc) or certain old people, (Yes I am a fucking hypocrite) . Also if you ask for something in reviews that normally means I won't do it. So anyone who asks for that will be disappointed. If you have questions/requests/suggestions PM me instead.
Also have an ao3 account under the same name. and same titles.
Hopefully more coming soon. Sorry for the delay.