LOGIN"Stop it!" A small voice yelled at the back of my head, yet I continued.
I didn't know how to stop myself from rubbing the thick, throbbing head of my cock against her pussy.
I didn't know how to stop myself from massaging her soft, right boob with my left hand.
Instead, I continued. Her wetness seeped through her panties as she stirred, breathing and moaning harder. She let out a soft moan and rolled her head on my shoulder, her breathing was now directly on my neck. I froze. What if she was only pretending to be asleep? What if she knew exactly what was going on? I could tell from her heavy breathing that she was so fucking aroused by what I was doing to her.
My hands remained in the same position as she panted on my shoulders. While my left hand cupped her boobs through her thin dress, my right hand still held my cock.
I dug hard on my lower lip as I gently released my cock. Desire flicked through me as I waited for a reaction from her. After a couple of seconds she moved slightly, and I gently rubbed my finger over her pussy, feeling the moisture. She was soaking wet! I had gotten her aroused, even in her sleep. Now, how was I supposed to explain this situation if she jerked awake? I had no idea. How would she even react to seeing my finger on her pussy, and my other hand over one of her boobs?She would definitely freak out. I waited until her breathing slowed down before my left hand reached through the top of her dress and gently cupped her juicy tit.
Oh God! Having to hold her breast bare felt so fucking good! Her nipple was hard as I gently caressed her boob. Suddenly, my cock twitched. It was against the back of my hand which was still rubbing her pussy. Then, I started to trace the outline of her slit over her panties. She had gotten even more wet, and I could feel it through the fabric of her panties. I gritted my teeth and slowly spread my legs apart, causing her legs to also open some more. A smile spread across my face as I realized what had just happened. I had more access to her now. Without thinking, I pulled her panties to the side, using a single finger and caressed her clit with the head of my dick. She was dripping. Jennie moaned again, this time it was louder. Her breathing started to quicken again. I paused for a moment to think about everything that was happening. Henry, what the hell are you doing? I asked myself silently. My beautiful wife was seated next to me, completely hidden from view and here I was, groping my innocent sister in-law who was sleeping. I was even inches away from fucking her as my cock twitched at the opening of her pussy. Was I willing to take the risk of going a bit further with this? I didn't know. All I knew was that my cock could no longer hold back from inviting itself into Jennie's pussy! I parted her pussy lips with my fingers and pressed the tip of my cock against her wet entrance. With how wet it was, I was so stressed that it would slide in, with the slightest nudge. I squeezed her boobs a bit, and massaged her slit for a few more seconds. "Fuck her!" A loud voice teased at the back of my head. "Push it just a little bit into her pussy." My mind clouded as I decided to take my own advice. Then, I adjusted my legs, and gave my cock a nudge until her pussy lips. In an instant, Jennie's body tightened against me. She threw her head over her shoulder and her eyes met mine. My mouth turned dry as I realized that she was wide awake. "Henry, Wh-what are....you... you doing??" She asked. Her legs clamped shut as she shoved my hands off, struggling to jump off my legs. As a result of her forward motion, my cock which throbbed at her wet entrance, slid a couple of inches into her pussy. "Oh my God!" She shrieked, looking at me with shock. It was a good thing that the music was loud and Ciara couldn't hear her sister's shaky voice. "Listen, Jennie" I blurted, feeling stupid "I am so sorry that...." It was hard for me to focus on what I was saying because I was trying to stop myself from thrusting my cock all the way into her pussy. Jennie continued to struggle. This wasn't helping matters at all. Rather, it only excited my cock which was pulsing at her pussy. I placed a firm hand on her smooth legs and gently spread them back open again. "Henry. Please .... you're married to my sister. What the hell are you.... doing?" "Jennie, you're so hot, and I never wanted this to happen," I said with a strain in my Voice , too caught up to think clearly "Stop moving, please. You're riling me up." "Henry!" Jennie shrieked louder as she attempted to raise her butt up. With that one move, my cock flinched even deeper into her sweet pussy. "Are you two okay?" Ciara asked with a loud voice. "Should I turn off the music or something?" Jennie and I stiffened. I held her firmly against me, squeezing her. Her dress straps had fallen off during the struggle, and her boobs were now exposed. Jennie met my gaze as I pleaded with my eyes, begging her to remain silent. She looked at me, obviously too confused to say anything. She probably didn't know what to do, especially after finding out that her sister's husband had put her in this position. I had watched her grow since she was 16 and now she was 20. But now, she looked at my hand which cupped her boob and my thick dick which was already halfway up her vagina. If she said anything to her sister about what was going on, then my marriage with Ciara would be over. Ciara would never forgive me for this! Moments passed and Jennie started to cough. "I'm so sorry, Ciara.." She said with a loud voice. "Are you okay?" Ciara asked. The volume of the music on the radio went down and silence enveloped the car. "Jennie?" My chest tightened with fear. This was it. Jennie was definitely going to expose me. Damn it! Jennie looked at me one more time, and looked away, out of the car, "I had a bad dream, Ciara, and Henry woke me up, just as I was freaking out." Relief washed over me. "Ah, okay. Henry, aren't you exhausted?" Ciara asked, still driving, "You two should try to get some sleep before our next stop." Jennie looked back at me, and I felt like leaning close to kiss her out of gratitude. "Yes, Babe. I was only trying to get... comfortable. I'll try to sleep as soon as possible. I need it" I repatord looking at Jennie. Ciara turned up the music on the radio and I let out a long sigh. Jennie sobbed quietly, as she squeezed my arms. "Hey, Love" I moaned next to her ear, "It's okay " "I've never done this before. I've never had sex before...and you're so damn big. Can we stop please?" I wasn't surprised that she was a virgin because her pussy was so tight, firmly wrapping around my cock.Being a virgin at 20 was quite impressive, I reasoned.
Not wanting to give her a chance to change her mind, I planted a soft, wet kiss on the side of her neck and whispered. "Jennie, thank you for not telling Ciara anything. You're so fucking beautiful, Jen. Please, let me push all the way in. Just once, and then, I'll pull my dick out. Is that okay?" My voice was hoarse and I was sure that there was a wild look on my eyes.It was so hard to wait for a response from her because my cock felt like it would explode at any motion.
Cuckold.A cuckold was a man who allowed his wife to have sex with another man, knowing it was happening and living with that knowledge. It was a word filled with shame, desire, and a kind of surrender most men never imagined for themselves.Like most young men, I would never have believed such a word could apply to me. I would never have believed it described something a man could become.Not long ago, the idea alone would have made me furious. I would have seen it as an insult worth fighting over.I had grown up in a normal way, surrounded by friends, family, sports, and small adventures. I leaned into the loud confidence and tough image that boys learned from each other in school.I believed strength meant control and pride meant possession. I believed a man protected what was his at all costs.If someone had told me I would one day step aside while another man had sex with my wife, I would have reacted without thinking. I would have taken it as a direct attack on who I was.Life,
Girls' Night Out (2)Mrs. Bellamy walked in the room, wearing a dark green corset that held her enormous breasts up firm and high. Her dark brown nipples were hard, erect, and noticeably long, and she had on a strap-on.She stepped up behind the first girl, rubbed her pussy a little, and then plunged deep inside her. Ten deep, hard strokes later, she moved on to the next girl.Evelyn was squirming now, barely able to contain herself. Her crotch was soaking wet, her nipples ached, and it was everything she could do not to pull up her skirt and start rubbing herself.What the hell was Patricia doing to her, and why was she reacting so strongly to this movie? She had never thought much about being with a woman, and here these movies were making her react, and react more strongly than she ever thought possible.Then Patricia walked back into the room
Girls' Night Out (3)Patricia rubbed her friend's clit a little more, watching Evelyn twitch and convulse around the dildo. She could feel the contractions flowing through the dildo and up inside her own pussy.Evelyn slowly came down from the orgasm. She was hot and sweaty and, as Patricia pulled back and the dildo slipped from her, noticed that her crotch was covered with her cream.How had this happened? Why did it feel so good?"My turn, bitch," Patricia said, pulling the dildo from herself with a soft, wet noise."What?" Evelyn was still a little dazed from the orgasm."I haven't come....now you do me. Put this sucker up inside you and then fuck me silly like I just did to you.""Patricia," Evelyn whined. She couldn't, she just couldn't.It was one thing, Patricia did this kind of thing, but she, but Patricia
Evelyn and Patricia had been drinking. Not much, but they were on their third gin and tonic each, and the movie was only about two-thirds of the way done.Lawrence was out of town for the weekend, and Patricia had insisted that Evelyn come over. She had said they needed some girl time together without Lawrence interfering or making those sarcastic remarks he did when he was around Patricia.Evelyn hadn’t been wild about the idea. “I still have papers to grade,” she had said, but it had been easier to give in than to argue.As soon as she’d finished grading that week’s tests, she headed over to Patricia’s house. Patricia had opened the door already smiling and holding a glass.“When you drink, you always loosen up,” Patricia said. Evelyn shifted on the couch and took a sip.“This movie isn’t helping,” Evelyn said. Patricia laughed softly and gestured toward the screen.Patricia had said it was an art film Evelyn really needed to see. “It’s about a woman who leaves her husband and figur
A Fling Between Teachers (3)Celeste lowered her face; I felt her tongue flick over my labia, teasing my aching clít. As she grew more confident, she eagerly licked me, exploring every entrance. I ran my fingers through her hair, pressing her head closer, guiding her movements. Her hands gripped my hips tightly, and I fought to hold back my approaching orgasm.The thought of this gorgeous woman, who had never been with another woman, made me desperate. She licked the full length of me, and I could no longer keep my hips still. I writhed beneath her, fingers entangled in her hair, arching my back and coating her chin with my wetness."Mmmmm, you taste amazing," Celeste murmured softly.I sat up, running my fingers up her thigh and slipping them inside her wet pússy. "Ahhh, yes," she gasped, startled by my sudden touch."Celeste, roll onto your hands and knees," I whispered, locking eyes with her. I kissed her again, tasting her and feeling our fluids mingle. I kept my fingers inside he
A Fling Between Teachers (2)"Elara, thanks for the drinks. Want to come back to my place for a few more? The tow truck company hasn’t called you back yet, has it?" Celeste asked.I glanced at my phone and shook my head. "No call yet."She smiled, that teasing glint in her eyes. "Well, Donovan’s out of town, and you’ve got nowhere to be. Come on—let’s have a few more at my place."I hesitated for a second, then nodded. "I could use another drink."Outside, lightning flashed across the dark sky, outlining her silhouette. Heavy drops of rain began pelting the windshield as we pulled into her driveway.We sprinted from the car to the porch, both of us laughing as thunder cracked behind us. By the time we reached the kitchen, we were dripping wet."Come upstairs. We should dry off," Celeste said, grabbing a bottle of wine and two glasses from the fridge.The house was beautiful—spacious, warm, with a clean modern kitchen that opened into a formal dining area. The stairs divided the dining




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