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The feel of my skirt shifting up, followed by Simon's fingers slipping lower, finding my wetness underneath my panties. "Fuck, you're soaked," he said, his voice dancing on the warmth of my skin. Henry's mouth found mine again, his tongue exploring. Simon's fingers moved inside me, and I cried out, my hips bucking against his hand. "That's it, baby," Henry murmured. "Let us make you feel good." I nodded, speechless as Simon's fingers moved faster, his thumb circling my clit. Henry's mouth descended, his lips finding my breasts, sucking my nipples, grazing them with his teeth.

Petrov trailed his hand back to the boy's puckered hole as he asked, "Do you usually watch p**n or just use your imagination when you jerk off?" Tim jerked a little as Petrov trailed a finger over his asshole, but answered honestly, "I usually watch p**n or read erotic stories, doctor." Petrov smiled as he replied, "That's good to hear, Tim. An erotic story can be much more descriptive than a p**n scene. Most young boys can't get enough p**n and it's nice when a young man takes the time to read a good erotic story. Which websites do you prefer for your stories?"

The heck they did with a girl among them. “What a wonderful story.” Alfi was impressed. Well, he just watched porn videos before that no wonder he was impressed by just watching the different show. He realized that there were many wonderful stories instead of porn. Moron. “You have more?” Alfi got curious. “Sure, want to watch more?” Koji asked.

"Imagining bending you over my desk. Wondering if you'd moan like this when I finally took you." He kept talking, low and filthy, telling me every dirty thought he'd had about me while his hand drove me insane. My legs trembled. Sweat ran down my back. After nearly an hour of this, I was a mess, begging, cursing, nearly crying from frustration. "Damien... I need it... please let me cum..." He finally pushed me forward over the sink, lining his thick cock up with my sore hole. "Watch," he ordered, gripping my chin so I had to look in the mirror. "Watch yourself get fucked."

My husband asked him to stay with us so they could work on a new house and it would be ready in three months. Three months was the only time he had to spend here before he moved out. I slid the dildo out and slide in inside again and started to fuck myself gently before I increased the pacing. Sweat dropped all over my body. I released on the bed and my leg shivered uncontrollably. I quickly unlocked my phone and went to a p**n site to watch. My pussy throbed as I watched, making me fuck myself harder. I removed the dildo and started to finger myself. I turned to lay properly when I found my father in law at the door watching my wet, soaked pussy.

“Ahh…! Fuck…! Mmmh…! It’s… it’s so deep…! Oh god… ungh…!” Damien reached around and wrapped a hand around Elias’s leaking cock, stroking him roughly in time with his thrusts. The added stimulation made Elias’s voice crack completely. “F-fuck…! Ahh…! I’m… I’m gonna… mmmh…! Damien… please…!” His moans turned into broken, blabbering sounds as Damien pounded into him without mercy. “Unngh…! Ah… ah…! It feels… it feels too good…! Fuck…! Mmmh…! I can’t… I can’t… ahh…!”

“Last semester I had this girl over after a game. She was loud as fuck, moaning my name, telling me to fuck her harder. I was balls deep, pounding her from behind, really giving it to her. The room smelled like sex, her ass was rippling every time I thrust, and I was right there on the edge about to fill her up. Then she lets out this loud wet fart from how hard I was hitting it. Dead silence after. My dick went soft instantly. She was mortified, grabbed her shit and ran out while I was still on my knees trying not to crack up.

fuck. I collapsed, gasping for air, my face smeared with cum and my pussy overflowing. I lay there, shivering and broken, but as I looked up, I saw the remaining students stepping forward. They weren't tired. They were just getting warmed up. The tension in the room hadn't broken; it had only intensified. I was a ruined, dripping mess, and I knew that the next few hours were going to be an endless cycle of submission and pleasure.

Title: My Step Son’s Thick Cock Bred Me Deep Chapter 3: The last three days blurred together into nothing but sex. Jake fucked me every chance he got. In the shower where the water made everything slippery and loud. On the kitchen table while our breakfast got cold. Even in the garage bent over the hood of his car. Each time he filled me deeper and rougher than the last. My hole stayed sore and open now, constantly leaking his cum no matter how many times I tried to clean up.

These were just fantasies. This went on for over six months. I would come home from work, shower, fix a little dinner, and then sit down at my laptop to watch sex videos, read stories like Poppy’s secret confession or other sex stories about daddy’s, or cruise the M2M ads, looking for the excitement that came from these fantasies. I had discovered a local M2M chat room and would chat with guys, telling them my fantasies. Most were either looking for the same thing or didn't want to waste time chatting once they knew I was scared to actually try anything.