Dying For Sex
I
couldn't tell her to stop, yet I couldn't tell her to hurry up
because she was bobbing up and down on my cock as fast as humanly
possible. I never remembered my ex suck me like that. If it
happened, it was a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away.
    "You won't take Viagra, but you'll lick cum
off your wife? Lay down, bitch, and I'll give you what you want."
She sat on my face and smothered me with her used pussy. I heard
her grunt as she did Kegle exercises to force their jism out. Some
of their spunk had leaked between her thighs, so I licked up the
fresher juice and sucked off the shit that dried up. Ah, jeez, I
felt like a coke addict after his first high.
    She forced my legs over my head until I saw
my cock staring down at me. She commanded me to jack myself off.
When I came into my own mouth, the taste electrified me. I
swallowed some, then stuck out my tongue in time to catch my next
rope of thick cum. If I could suck myself, I would never leave my
bed.
    "I want to suck you next," my wife told the
tallest guy, who pulled Enrique off so eagerly that he nearly
crashed his head into the bathroom wall. The youngest of the four
had a raging boner, so I gestured for him to fuck my wife from
behind. Lisa fucking moaned when I forced her panties down her
legs.
    I got on my knees to watch him spew into my
wife. When he pulled out, he turned towards me and I found myself
looking at a semi-hard cock covered in juices. I engulfed the dirty
prick that just erupted into my beautiful wife, the salty taste
waking me up more than the shitty coffee.
    My naked wife dared the police officer to
stop her. She swallowed the head, then swallowed her frustration as
she tried to get the thick snake down her throat. The cop was super
thick rather than super long, and my wife couldn't be happier. I
knew she wouldn't stop until he unloaded into her mouth.
    "I'm gonna ask my four sons to fuck my wife.
Often. But just how the hell am I going to do that?" My wife smiled
at me and assured me she would take care of it. The knowing look in
her eyes told me that she knew exactly how to do it.
    "I love you, Lisa," the motherfucker said the
moment before he penetrated his step-mother. The tone of his voice
bled sincerity. The bastard. I studied my other sons and none even
looked surprised. "I love you, too, Rob," Lisa said back, and I
nearly cried. I wanted to scream, "I'm still fucking here!"
    I shot myself in the face. I remember a porn
scene where star Peter North pulls out of a pussy in missionary to
shoot onto her stomach, but shoots so far that he smacks the bitch
right between the eyes! Well, fuck, that's what happened to me,
except I was sitting in a limo and I shot myself in the eye. And it
fucking burned, too. So I banged on the glass that separated us
from the rest of the limo and my firstborn just gave me a thumbs
up, then went back to banging his hot step-mom.
     
    THE NYMHO AND THE CUCKOLD
    The trophy wife's old workaholic husband
cannot keep up with her hyperactive sex drive, leaving her forever
horny, so his four horny sons get the hottie drunk and seduce her
in a wild marathon orgy. But, having unleashed her inner slut, the
four brothers now have to step up their game to keep her satisfied
-- all without daddy finding out. Then one of them (no one knows
who) gets her pregnant, and now they're all screwed.
    Excerpts: Several hands caressed her body,
sending her soaring. Fingers tweaked her nipples, played with her
clit, while one lucky finger fucked her hard and fast. She not only
felt like a total whore, but embraced the feeling.
    Strong hands on her hips lowered them and she
locked onto Robert's cock in anticipation of the dick about to
penetrate her. Now on her knees, her pussy lips quivered as someone
-- she honestly didn't care who -- pressed his prick against her
and entered.
    The thick rope of jism pleasantly gagged her.
Her pussy muscles squeezed the other prick, making him shoot
several loads of cum in her as he shouted over the

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