Masuk"Okay, Henry" Jennie said, closing her eyes, "You'll do it just once, and it's only because you're just like my brother. Please, be quick about it!"
Joy filled me up as I heard her words. That was all the permission I need to grab her tit more firmly. I took in a sharp breath as I slowly thrust the entire length of my cock up, right into her horny pussy. I paused without any resistance, enjoying every second as I filled her up. Finally, this was it! My thick cock was now resting inside my sister in law. My cock throbbed in her virgin pussy as I held my full length inside her, filling up her void. Jennie continued to moan loudly as I planted soft, wet kisses on her neck and played with her clit. Soon, she arched her slender back against my chest. This new position made it easier for my cock to push harder into her wet pussy. I decided to test my luck and I pulled out my dick a few inches before thrusting it back in again, watching her reaction. She didn't seem to notice what had happened because she was now breathing heavily. Her moaning grew louder as I continued to run my tongue over the side of her neck while tweaking her hard nipple. She opened her legs slowly, placing them right beside mine, as she curled her feet around my ankle. My cock which was buried deep within her threatened to explode with pleasure as she arched her back, and grabbed the back of my head with her right hand. This was the perfect position for the two of us. Now, our bodies were intertwined. I could hardly believe my luck! I had gone from being scared to touch her, to having my cock right inside her while watching as she moaned to the ecstacy of what was happening. "Henry..." She said with a weak tone. "I told you to do it just once. You said you'll pull out, didn't you? Your dick is so fucking huge" Her words almost set my entire body on fire. She just admitted that I was huge, and I couldn't resist the urge to pound harder into her and make her body to ache for more of my cock. "Henryyy..." She whimpered, "Pull out." She was asking us to end, but her body was screaming for something else. I didn't give her any more time to think about the insanity of what we were doing next to her sister. Rather, I thrusted into her in three quick succession, and she let out the sexiest and hottest moan my ears have ever heard. Fuck it! All I wanted to do was slam her on a surface and drill right into her. I was no longer able to control the fire of lust which was fast taking over me. "Jennie!" I growled, kissing her neck, "I want you to look at me. Look at me. Now!" She obeyed me. Turning towards me, she met my eyes, and I leaned close. Within seconds, I crashed my mouth against her. Her lips parted and our tongues met themselves in a dance. A jolt of electricity spiralled through me as I begin to fuck my sister-in-law hard. Our eyes closed as we kissed with a raw passion. I felt different emotions all at once. Desire.Passion.
Lust.
Her legs clung around mine and with one of her hands over mine, I continued to tweak her bare tits, while thrusting my cock in and out of her pussy the whole time. Fuck!! I had never felt this way in a long, long time. This was pure bliss. It felt like I was floating in the heavens each time her pussy tightened around my cock, just before I pulled out and pushed in again. I increased my pace. I began to fuck her harder. Faster. I went in and out. The pressure was fast building up and I was sure that I would finish at any second. Suddenly, Jennie's eyes tore open. "Fuck me, Henry" She moaned in my mouth. I went faster, not giving any damn in the world about who could see us outside the car window. Nothing mattered now. Her pussy tightened around me and her clit swelled up. Just then, she stifled a scream in my mouth and her creamy juices began to spill out of her pussy. Her legs were firmly anchored around mine as her back arched harder right against my chest. I knew what was happening. Her orgasm was clearly overwhelming her, and when she attempted to pull away from my lips, I couldn't allow it. I was almost reaching my end. I needed her sweet tongue in my lips. I needed her tight pussy to grab me more firmly. I needed to fill her up with my liquid. I needed more. With that, I pressed my mouth firmly on hers, and kissed her long and hard. She didn't waste any time to return the kiss, panting. I squeezed her tits really hard and gave a final thrust of my cock into her pussy. It wasn't long before I shot out a thick wave of cum right into her. Her fingers dug into the back of my necks and or tongues pressed against each one as we moaned and each other's mouths. I continued to fuck her, my cock throbbing as I shot loads of my cum into her pussy. When we finally finished, I held on to her and kissed her neck. We remained in a cuddle for a few more minutes before Jennie looked up at me. Her eyes carried an expression of lust and innocence. Even after the load I had just shot into her, my cock was still rigid. It was hard, deep inside her but she made no attempt to take it out. "What did we just do, Henry?" She muttered, a smile tugging at her lips. "We just made love, honey." I said, kissing her on her forehead, "And, damn it. You're so fucking sweet. It was the best I've ever had." Her eyes widened, "Better than what you've experienced with my sister?" My cock twitched in her pussy at her words.Jennie was definitely a dirty, naughty girl.
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







