Dying For Sex by Epic Sex Stories Page B

bed and tried to catch her breath. The expression on her
face scared me, like she just saw a ghost. Her limbs didn’t seem to
work and I worried the orgasm broke her.
    “No man outside of porn can touch me where
your guy touches me. He’s stretched me so much I can barely feel a
normal size penis. Doctors should use him for pregnant women so
babies just fall out.”
    The girls ordered us to undress. For a moment
they looked like they were gonna grab out clothes and run out
laughing. But instead the girls kissed. “Where’s my camera phone?”
I wailed.
    Peaches mounted me while her boyfriend took
pictures, then he wiggled his cock up her butt while my girlfriend
took video. As we double-teamed her, my girl sat on my face.
    I knew when he penetrated her by the
high-pitched scream in my face that Five Hour Energy should put in
a pill. My girlfriend cursed as my buddy worked his way up her
anus. I swear the double penetration dilated her eyes. When he
came, I’m pretty sure I heard it. He looked like he was having an
epileptic attack in slow motion. My girl just purred, with my cock
still in her pussy, as my best friend flooded her anal cavity with
jism.
    My girlfriend turned to me. “Fuck her until
you cum so I can suck your juice out of her.” I had cum twice that
night, so it took a lot of pounding before I gave her my last two
drops. By that time she was either begging for mercy or whimpering
in Yiddish.
    My girl slurped my cum out of her pussy while
Peaches stuck her tongue up my girlfriend’s ass to taste her
boyfriend’s juice as he recorded everything. I stood up, my cock
swinging between my knees like a grandfather clock.
    She jumped back as my penis sprang at her
like a rattlesnake. “Get on your knees, mom, and suck my husband’s
giant cock.” My wife likes me to slap her face with it, but it
surprised my mother-in-law so much that she fell back with a
yell.
    My dick starting poking her like a mugger
looking for a wallet. She grabbed my schlong and I heard a moan so
deep that I thought we needed an exorcist.
    I flipped her over and pounded her missionary
until her body shook like a baby rattle. By then she had an odd
smile, like those mannequins who look like they want to talk.
    I planted a knee on either side of my
mother-in-law’s head and spanked my monkey like Tarzan. The poor
lady looked scared. My first shot must have filled some cavities
from the surprised look on her face. She swallowed in order to
clear her air passage, then bobbed on my pole to drain me of every
drop.
    My girl said she was the happiest wife in the
world, but I don’t know: Mrs. Stevenson, the meth dealer, always
seemed pretty happy when I bought my weekly bag.