Masuk"Do you really think I expected an answer to that?" Jennie chuckled, planting a kiss on my lips. "Your wife is my sister. I don't care how well she fucks you."
Oh well. But, I do care to fuck you, a second time. I thought.
Jennie began to pull her dress straps back up, placing them over her shoulder. I shot a sad glance at her beautiful tits and gave them a small squeeze before her dress covered them up. Jennie smiled at that.
"Thank you, Jennie. That was heavenly..." I said.She bobbed her head, "You're quite welcome. My sister is one hell of a lucky girl"
"No, no. I'm the lucky one. You gave me your virginty." I said. "I'm honoured"
She smiled again at me, fixing her dress. Then, she rigged at the front, as she covered her smooth thighs. A thick lump formed in my throat. My cock was still buried deep inside her and I didn't pull up my shorts. This whole time, my wife had me silent. I picked up my phone to check the time. It was now three hours until we arrive at Jennie's college. "I'll try to catch some sleep. "Jennie said softly, "Don't get any funny ideas again, okay?" She said, winking at me as she gave my legs a small squeeze. Then, She leaned back on me, relaxing her body on my chest. She placed her head on my shoulder again. We were in the same position as we had been at the time the trip had begun that morning. The only difference was that my shorts were off this time and my cock twitched, deep inside her pussy. I stared down at her cleavage and placed my hands on her smooth legs, soon blood started to rush to my cock once again. Fresh cum still dropped out of her pussy, and her frequent movement to get into a comfortable position caused my cock to rub in and out, just a few times. Fuccckkkkk. We were in perfect sync now. Her pussy was even more wet, and I gave her tit a quick, urgent squeeze before I kissed her neck. She was moaning again. Her soft moans did something to my head.Forgetting her warning, I started to thrust into her again. This time, I had an increased sense of urgency as I pounded into her.
A new wave of pleasure crashed through her. As we continued to fuck, her pussy walls clamped tightly around my cock.I couldn't believe what was happening.
I was fucking her again!The second time, and it was even way better than the first had been. I had a hunger to claim her pussy as mine and shoot my seed into her, again.
I was still thrusting into her, about to explode for the second time when the car music suddenly went off. Silence fell in the car and I stiffened. "Okayyyyy, Y'all!" My wife's cheerful voice next to us chirped. "We are almost there!"Jennie and I stiffened, sharing a shocked look.
Fuck! I cursed. Pressure was fast building within me, but the car was so damn silent that if we dared to make any noise, my wife would definitely hear it. I shot a hungry stare at Jennie. My hard cock still rested in her pussy as our eyes met and without any sound, we kissed with our tongues. Her hands ran all over my face, with a sense of urgency. We were in panic as we both tried to hold on to this fleeting moment. "Just a few more minutes, you two." She said, still driving. "Oh, Sweetie..." I muttered, loud enough for Ciara to hear me, "I did have one hell of a time, seating here."Then, my attention returned to Jennie's beautiful face. She seemed sad as I pulled my unfulfilled cock out of her pussy.
I quickly adjusted my shorts while kissing her. Her hands roamed over my body as I continued to massage her pussy over her wet panties. As the seconds passed, I became more tensed. My body ached for more of her. Her soft boobs. Her slippery pussy. Her tongue in my mouth. Everything!"Finally, we are here!" My wife exclaimed, jolting me back into reality.
Jennie planted a small kiss on my cheek before jerking her head backwards.My breathing was heavy as I watched her in silence.
She fixed her dress, and let out a small sigh before she unlocked the car door and stepped out. Damnn it!Her warmth was still all over my body.
"Babe?" My wife called in the silence. "Are you out already?""Uh-no." I mumbled, tucking my half erect cock along my stomach, making it easy for my waistband to hide it. "I'm trying to fix my shoelace."
"Oh well. I'm out!" Ciara said, and I heard the car door slam from the other end.
Jennie stood outside the car window, smiling shyly at me. She looked even more beautiful to me, now that I had a knowledge of how sweet she tasted. Her hair danced around her, as a gentle breeze blew. Her thin dress perfectly hugged her curves and she looked away as my wife approached her. My cock twitched in my shorts, again. This was going to be one long, painful afternoon. I realized. The rest of the day went by quickly as Ciara and I helped Jennie to move into her dorm. Soon, it was time to say our goodbyes. When Jennie and I hugged, she pressed her body firmly against mine and held on to me longer than what I expected.For the second time, I took note of how nice Jennie smelt. I became horny as fuck as I pulled away from our embrace.
When Ciara and I finally made the drive back home, I took her to the bathroom and fucked her right there, under the showerhead.
I had no idea whether she noticed how aggressive I was, but that night, while fucking Ciara, I had multiple intense orgasms.
As I drifted off to sleep afterwards, an idea lingered at the back of my mind.
If had Jennie allowed me to fuck her the first time, then she would definitely let me hit it a second time.
It was obvious she has enjoyed the feeling of my thick cock sliding in and out of her.
That was all I wanted now.
To make love to Jennie, my wife's sister.
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







