#SSceneC2015 Quarters : Kate Meader @kittymeader vs Tara Lain @taralain

Posted August 25, 2015 by Nix in Sex Scene 2015 / 2 Comments

cooltext129748819578231 Even the Score – Kate Meader

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He yanked open the door of a pickup he must have borrowed from the ranch, one of those older models with a bench seat, and slid into the passenger seat. In two seconds, he had her settled in his lap with her back to his chest. Hot, ragged breaths teased her ear, ratcheting up her desire.“Hunter, how are we…?” Going to have hot pickup truck sex in this position? She had never done this…any of it.A shiver cascaded down her spine at the touch of his fingertips to her neck. He undid her halter and pushed down her bra, spilling her breasts free over the strap-free cups.

You trust me?”

Yes.” Completely, no hesitation. It should have surprised her to even think it, never mind say it with such certainty. But in Hunter’s hands she felt safe and secure, especially when the hands were used so well. Those large callused palms dwarfed her ample breasts and roughened her nipples to sharp, painful points.

Fold your feet up on either side of me and lean forward, Tess.”

Stowing away the bothersome notion that he had clearly done this before, she placed her hands on the dash, tucked her legs up, and inclined her body to give him the room he needed. This was good. Taking her from behind was hot, but it was also less personal, and she could hide her heart as it beat her unmistakable want in her eyes. Caught between her bone-deep need for this connection and preserving a fragile grip on her sanity, she would gladly take this compromise.

She had no choice.

The hard evidence of his readiness created an irresistibly tempting pressure against her butt. With wanton slowness, she rolled up her skirt and exposed her bare ass. She heard his harsh intake of breath, and the auditory confirmation of what she did to him made her wetter.

Have you been walkin’ around all afternoon like that, Tess?”

I’ve been driving around like that and getting my detoxifying seaweed wrap like that and learning to dance country like that.”

You sassin’ me?”

She smiled. It did come out a touch impertinent. More wondrous sounds filled the cab. The tear of a condom wrapper, the male grunt as he rolled it on. And then:


What the—? That did not just happen.

Hunter Dade slapped her ass!

Indignation demanded she protest but also had the effect of locking her voice up as tight as bark on a tree. The words were still climbing her throat when he did it again, and this time the sting traveled a straight line to her aching clit.

You remember what I said on my wedding day, Tess? About how the next time I saw you, I’d put you over my knee?”

She moaned, the sound resonating and expanding in the cab of the pickup. Not being able to see him, only hearing his graveled voice was a whole other level of turn on. He was an exotic stranger who had bundled his captive in his vehicle to have his wicked way with her. But slapping her ass? Surely, her erotic enjoyment of this went against every feminist principle she claimed to have.

Never mind the weird fact he was linking this illicit action to a day they both preferred forgotten.

He palmed her ass, soothing the sting, and…slapped again. “Remember, Tess? Remember how mad I was?”

Yes!” This was a thousand kinds of wrong. He was interrogating her about his fucked up wedding day while he spanked her for fucking it up and, mother of God, she was loving every fucking second of it. He massaged her butt cheek and moved his thumb down the cleft of her ass. She lifted off him an inch or two to give him better access and because she needed him there, right there, please, there. But he yanked her back and sank two long fingers deep inside her.

Pleasure roared through her, plucking at every last nerve. With a slow, insistent tempo, his fingers pumped her toward ecstasy.

And still he talked about that day. “I was so fucking angry with you.” He circled her clit with the fingers he had soaked in her juices and with his other hand squeezed her nipple roughly. So. Damn. Good. Her moans turned high-pitched. Sawing her plump folds against his hand, she grasped the dash for dear life. The thought of how she must look to him, thighs spread wide, rutting on him, spun her pleasure higher toward blistering orgasm.

I wanted to punish you for interfering.” He moved his hand away from her throbbing clit, which right now was the worst punishment she could think of.


Second worst.

I’m sorry I ruined everything, Hunter.” She meant it, every word. She was sorry for her part in it. She was sorry she broke his heart. Now shut up about it and keep doing that thing you do.

Apology. Not. Accepted.” He gripped her waist with his coarse hands, their skin roughened from building fences and climbing out of the dirt. From becoming the magnificent man he was. With a powerful thrust, he impaled her on his rigid shaft and filled her completely.

Holding her inches above his strong thighs, he fucked her thoroughly from below. Fully in control, his mastery of her blew her away and blew every inhibition out of the water. There would be fingertip-shaped dents in the pickup’s dash before they were through, and in her ass from his commanding hold on her flesh.

The quivering of her thigh muscles and the spiraling pleasure in her belly told her that orgasm was imminent. Any second now. It just needed one more— Ohhh, he pulled her flush against him and lodged his cock so deep, so tight that she wondered how they could ever part.

She wondered how she could ever want to.

You see, that day, you set me free,” he rasped in her ear.

cooltext129750505189949Knight of Ocean Avenue – Tara Lain

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When he walked in the bedroom, he about dropped the tray. Candlelight flickered off every wall and surface, a big cotton comforter covered the bed, and Shaz sat against the headboard wearing only his aqua boxer briefs and holding his study guide. All that was lovely, but Billy’s eyes riveted to the three dildoes lined up on the bedside table. He swallowed. “Uh—?”

Shaz extended a hand toward the toys. “Meet Papa Bear, Mama Bear and Baby Bear. We have no expectation of reaching Papa tonight, but I put him there aspirationally.”

Something like a giggle popped out of Billy’s mouth. Shaz put down the study guide and hopped up from the bed. “Let me take that before we feed it to the cats.” He grabbed the tray, and all Billy could see was the bulge of his cock in the briefs and then the beautiful thrust of his butt as he carried the tray to the side table. Shaz looked over his shoulder at Billy. “Hungry?” He must have noticed the look in Billy’s eyes, because he smirked. “Yes, I can see you are. But remember, we’re studying.”

“We are?”

“Yes. Get undressed, please.”

“To study?”

“Yes. It’s required.”

He was confused, but his cock wasn’t. As he undressed, Shaz opened the champagne and poured two glasses, then carefully placed a big cushion in the middle of the bed. Okay, this looked like pretty fun studying.

Shaz glanced over. “Hmm, you seem to like the lesson plan.”

Billy looked at his now bare and very upright penis. “Seems so.”

Shaz swayed his way to Billy and extended a glass of bubbly. Billy took it and they clinked, then Shaz gave a little salute to Billy’s cock and sipped his champagne. He pointed to the pillow. “Lie down on your stomach.”

Billy dove into position. He glanced back and saw Shaz grab one of his economy-sized containers of lube. Looks promising. And his study guide. What the hell?

Shaz sat on the bed beside Billy’s well-presented ass. Finally. Ever since Shaz had found out that Billy wanted to bottom, he’d given no attention to Billy’s aching hole because he said he wanted to wait for “his surprise.” It looked like the drought might be over.

Shaz patted his butt, then cracked it a little harder. Fun. Billy looked back as Shaz separated his ass cheeks and slipped a dollop of cool gel right where Billy most wanted it. “Yes.” The word came out on a long breath.

A very small digit inserted itself into Billy’s butthole. It felt weird. And it felt good. “Uh, you couldn’t find anything smaller?”

What had to be Shaz’s little finger pushed in farther. “Billy?”

“Mm.” He pushed his butt back so the finger slipped in another inch.

“Who do you contact before starting to work along the railroad tracks?”

“What? What the fuck?”

“Answer. Fast. Don’t think.”

“The Railroad Engineering Department.”

The finger pulled out and thrust back in. “How many guest rooms must a building have to be called a hotel? Answer!” Out and in.

Holy shit. “Five guest rooms.”

“Right.” Out, in. Out.

“Wait. What—?”

Something bigger and cold pushed against his opening. “How far from a crawl space or access door can cleanouts be?”

His head was swimming. “Tw-twenty.”

“Twenty what?”

“Feet. Twenty feet.” In. Out. In. Je-sus, it felt—“Holy shit. Oh my God.” His body lit up from the inside!

“May I introduce your prostate? What do you use to join a copper and a galvanized pipe?”

“A brass adaptor.” He shot his hips back against the wonderful intruder. “More. More.”

“Ah, see how we crave studying now?” Shaz set up a deep, steady rhythm with the dildo. “What do you call the place where a gable dormer meets the main roof?”

“A—a valley. Mmmm.”

Shaz laughed, but he didn’t stop. He moved on to a slightly larger dildo—and to the hardest legal questions. Billy’s lips opened and closed and made sounds, but he couldn’t hear them. He’d answer forever if Shaz just wouldn’t stop. In, out, in, out. Asphalt shingles. Liquid solar. Ordering structural steel. In. Out. Oh. My. God.

His balls tightened and his cock throbbed. So close. More. More. Heaven. More.

“With 120 tiles in a box, how many boxes of tile are needed to cover a wall six feet by ten feet using six inch square tiles?”



Everything went black. A hot hand grabbed his cock and started to pump it. In. Out. In. “Answer!”

The world lit up like a Christmas tree. “Oh God. Oh!”


“Twooooooo.” Semen shot out of his cock onto the blanket and that perfect hand kept stroking as one, two, three more blasts poured out of his happy-dancing dick.

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