Isabel & Hamish
Copyright© 2025 by Mandurah
Chapter 8
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8 - A hapless young couple, both twenty, repeatedly find themselves in trouble, only to be caught by Isabel’s father, a local police sergeant, none to happy with what he discovers. Over time, they dabble with kinky sex and make videos for financial gain. Young people often make bad decisions, and sometimes they work out, and sometimes, oh boy, trouble brews!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Incest BDSM Rough Anal Sex Cream Pie Oral Sex Sex Toys Water Sports
Without another word, catching me off guard and taking me completely by surprise, he pushed me onto my back, flipped me over, raised me to my knees, leaving my head on the bed, got behind me, lowered my panties to below my bum cheeks and pushed his manhood into my moist pussy and fucked me until he shot his sperm up my muff, leaving me stunned at his spontaneity, and knowing my parents were down the hallway in the lounge room.
After he climaxed, I said, “Wow, fucking wow. You were excited, weren’t you? You screwed me under my parent’s nose, spontaneity to the max, awesome fucking awesome. I loved it, and how about you last longer next time so I can cum too, you pig,” I said nicely.
“I may be a pig, but I’m your pig, and just you wait until Saturday. You’ll cum so many times you’ll lose count.”
“Wow, I don’t know what to say.”
“Fuck me comes to mind.”
“Don’t be so crude.”
He sent me the pics before we walked to his car, and gave each other a long smooch while he put his hand in my panties and fingered my pussy, coating them with his cum, then fed it to me before he left. I was speechless; My God, our not-so-vanilla sex life was taking off after my chat. What had I released? A sex demon?
After buying the clothes on Friday, I sent Hamish several pics of me, from being dressed to topless in panties. He replied with a dick pic of him stroking himself. And the words. “Fuck. So hot.” I smiled, thinking about tomorrow.
The next day, I took my time getting ready. I was in no rush and wanted to feel the sexiness of my new panties; stepping into them, I slowly pulled them up my legs, enjoying the sensation of the satin silky fabric against my skin until the waistband was over my hips, and then ran my hand over my crotch, again, enjoying the silky smooth feeling as my fingers ran up and down my labia.
Mmmm, that feels so nice, so good, and then I put on the crop top and left three of the four snaps open, exposing plenty of boobs. Next was my skirt, and when I turned and looked over my shoulder in the mirror. I could see the bottom of my bum cheeks exposed. Oooooh, how cheeky? And lastly, my four-and-a-half-inch heeled sandals with an inch-and-a-half platform sole. I looked at myself in the mirror again and saw a sexy, wanton girl who looked like a slut staring back at me. What in hell has Hamish set me up for?
I was ready and waiting by one-thirty, with my smart-arse brother looking up my skirt and making rude hand gestures. “Wow, where you going? Are you going to a fancy dress party, dressed as a slut? Cos, that’s what you look like.”
“I don’t know where Hamish is taking me, and I’m not a slut. Stop being a perv looking up my skirt, you know.”
“Your skirt is so short, it leaves nothing to the imagination, and the way you are dressed, you sure look like a slut and so fucking hot that if I were Hamish, I’d rip your clothes off and fuck you senseless on the lounge room floor.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Watching Hamish screw me?”
“Yeah, after he fucked you, then I’d be happy to take sloppy seconds. You look so fucking amazing.”
“In your dreams, tiny dick.”
Hamish arrived, knocked at the door, and almost fell over when he saw me.
“Oh, fuck me, Izzy. You look out of this world so fucking rootable. I can’t wait to get my hands on you.”
“Stop drooling and kiss me.” We kissed with heated passion, and he was hard in no time, pushing his manhood against my crotch as he leaned me backwards with his tongue down my throat. After breaking the kiss, I asked, breathlessly, while Jason was in earshot, “Do you think I look like a slut?”
“Yes, you do.”
“Hamish! ... That’s not a nice thing to say about me.”
“Remember, pushing boundaries? And by the time tomorrow morning comes around, you will have had all your boundaries pushed.”
“Wow, you have got big plans, haven’t you?”
Looking at me lustfully, removing my skimpy clothes with his eyes, he replied, “Yeah, I have, and you’ll be blown away.”
He picked up my overnight bag and walked me to his car, opened the door, and slapped my exposed butt cheeks as I got in, closed the door, went to the driver’s seat, got in, and leaned over to me, kissing me passionately as he undid the fourth snap of my top, put his hand inside, and copped a feel of my boob. Breaking the kiss, he said, “You look beautiful.”
“You mean I look like a beautiful slut,” I replied, spreading my legs wide and running my fingers up and down my crotch,
“Yes.” Then he leaned into me again, and we resumed our passionate kissing while he ran his fingers up and down my slit.
I put my hand on his cock, and he was so hard. “You want me to blow you?”
“No, we’ve got to go, but I’m close to cumming in my pants. I want you so bad.”
My excitement was through the roof after our short make-out session, and not knowing where we were going or what would happen increased my excitement further. Will he humiliate me, dressed in these skimpy clothes, exposing me? I was having wicked thoughts as my pussy leaked my wetness into my panties.
Aroused, I entertained provocative thoughts that intoxicated my mind while my arousal heightened, and I pleasured myself during the journey to our destination. Running my fingers up and down my crotch through my sopping G-string.
He pulled off the road into a car park, took a blindfold out of the glove box, and said, “Here, put it on, and no peeking.”
“Why?”
“It will build the excitement, and I don’t want you to see where we are going.”
“I’m so fucking excited that I have soaked panties, and I want to rip your clothes off and let you screw me on the car bonnet.”
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