a late bloomer. The G-spot for instance.”
“Uhhh! Guy! Wh-What are you doing?” she screamed, feeling his fingers sliding in and out, creating a pulsating thrust right into her most sensitive spot.
“I know if you had a clear head you would say no, sissie. That’s why I’m going to make you come first. So that by the time your good sense comes back to you, I’ll have already made that pussy scream.”
“S-Stop…I can’t do this to him…”
“Admit it. You’re fucking your own brother. Stepbrother, but still very kinky and wrong.”
“I…I…”
She shut her eyes down tightly as Rob increased the speed of his G-spot massage. “Say it. Say you’re fucking your brother.”
He kept up the friction but helped himself to her exposed clitoris, licking it up and down. He used his free hand to pull up her vaginal skin, giving him a full view of her throbbing clitoris.
“Ohhhh…I’m…I’m…fucking my broth…”
Just as she almost blew her whole cover, she stopped speaking and turned over to her left. Skylar had just returned home and entered the room, seeing nothing but a man fingering his wife and tasting her juices. An ordinary man might rage or cause a scene. Skylar though, gave the two of them a knowing grin.
“So…you’re the guy she’s been talking about, huh?” He reached up and pulled his shirt off, exposing his rugged chest and armful of tattoos, just the kind of badboy Carolyn couldn’t resist. “I see you got the party started.”
Guy stared at Skylar until he unraveled the plot, then went back to his licking and thrusting. He eyed Carolyn with mad, lecherous eyes, knowing she was being fucked by the wrong brother, but had no choice but to go along with it now—to eat up that guilt all nice and clean.
“Let me taste her. Show our guest what you can do, Carolyn.”
Guy eyed his stepsister in lust as he stood up and unfastened his jeans. His cock plopped out, rigid and already aching for some attention. “Suck it. You know this is your fantasy, Carolyn. Isn’t it?”
Carolyn stared at Guy in shock, not having much of a choice but to grab his cock and stroke it, while Skylar kneeled at the bed, anxious to sample her already wet lips.
Her eyes told Guy she hated him. That he crossed a line, that she was already in love with his older brother. But her mouth was softer, more sensitive and even a little sweet. She sucked on Guy’s cock and gave him the eye contact he craved. Madness, anger, rage, revenge—no matter what look she tried on it only helped him get harder. It only made her face fuck her deeper.
Skylar always thought a woman’s juices were the ultimate aphrodisiac and couldn’t hold on any longer—he wanted to feel himself inside her. More importantly, he wanted to feel her and him, together, just as Carolyn had always fantasized. Skylar and Guy were both doms and made sure Carolyn sucked them, stroked them and obeyed their every command. “I’m going to lie down. You ride me.”
She did as ordered, not seeing any way out of it, and feared the biggest pounding was to come. She looked at Guy, shyly, terrorized and more than a little turned on, as she sat reverse cowgirl on Skylar’s cock, lowering herself until she took all of his ten inches deep. “Oh God…”
“What?” Skylar asked dominantly, grabbing her backwards by the hair.
“It feels good…”
“You like that? Two guys fucking you?”
“Yes!” she moaned in shame.
“What do you think we should do to her? To this bad little girl, hombre?”
Guy smiled ear to ear, knowing he had sissie just where he wanted her. “I think she wants to feel us both inside her at once.”
Not like this. I wanted it to be Rob. She almost said it, a mood killer to be sure, but knew that if she confessed it, Skylar would fly off the handle and Guy would probably tell Rob what happened anyway. She figured the only thing left to do
“Uhhh! Guy! Wh-What are you doing?” she screamed, feeling his fingers sliding in and out, creating a pulsating thrust right into her most sensitive spot.
“I know if you had a clear head you would say no, sissie. That’s why I’m going to make you come first. So that by the time your good sense comes back to you, I’ll have already made that pussy scream.”
“S-Stop…I can’t do this to him…”
“Admit it. You’re fucking your own brother. Stepbrother, but still very kinky and wrong.”
“I…I…”
She shut her eyes down tightly as Rob increased the speed of his G-spot massage. “Say it. Say you’re fucking your brother.”
He kept up the friction but helped himself to her exposed clitoris, licking it up and down. He used his free hand to pull up her vaginal skin, giving him a full view of her throbbing clitoris.
“Ohhhh…I’m…I’m…fucking my broth…”
Just as she almost blew her whole cover, she stopped speaking and turned over to her left. Skylar had just returned home and entered the room, seeing nothing but a man fingering his wife and tasting her juices. An ordinary man might rage or cause a scene. Skylar though, gave the two of them a knowing grin.
“So…you’re the guy she’s been talking about, huh?” He reached up and pulled his shirt off, exposing his rugged chest and armful of tattoos, just the kind of badboy Carolyn couldn’t resist. “I see you got the party started.”
Guy stared at Skylar until he unraveled the plot, then went back to his licking and thrusting. He eyed Carolyn with mad, lecherous eyes, knowing she was being fucked by the wrong brother, but had no choice but to go along with it now—to eat up that guilt all nice and clean.
“Let me taste her. Show our guest what you can do, Carolyn.”
Guy eyed his stepsister in lust as he stood up and unfastened his jeans. His cock plopped out, rigid and already aching for some attention. “Suck it. You know this is your fantasy, Carolyn. Isn’t it?”
Carolyn stared at Guy in shock, not having much of a choice but to grab his cock and stroke it, while Skylar kneeled at the bed, anxious to sample her already wet lips.
Her eyes told Guy she hated him. That he crossed a line, that she was already in love with his older brother. But her mouth was softer, more sensitive and even a little sweet. She sucked on Guy’s cock and gave him the eye contact he craved. Madness, anger, rage, revenge—no matter what look she tried on it only helped him get harder. It only made her face fuck her deeper.
Skylar always thought a woman’s juices were the ultimate aphrodisiac and couldn’t hold on any longer—he wanted to feel himself inside her. More importantly, he wanted to feel her and him, together, just as Carolyn had always fantasized. Skylar and Guy were both doms and made sure Carolyn sucked them, stroked them and obeyed their every command. “I’m going to lie down. You ride me.”
She did as ordered, not seeing any way out of it, and feared the biggest pounding was to come. She looked at Guy, shyly, terrorized and more than a little turned on, as she sat reverse cowgirl on Skylar’s cock, lowering herself until she took all of his ten inches deep. “Oh God…”
“What?” Skylar asked dominantly, grabbing her backwards by the hair.
“It feels good…”
“You like that? Two guys fucking you?”
“Yes!” she moaned in shame.
“What do you think we should do to her? To this bad little girl, hombre?”
Guy smiled ear to ear, knowing he had sissie just where he wanted her. “I think she wants to feel us both inside her at once.”
Not like this. I wanted it to be Rob. She almost said it, a mood killer to be sure, but knew that if she confessed it, Skylar would fly off the handle and Guy would probably tell Rob what happened anyway. She figured the only thing left to do
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