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Cum-sharing

‘Oh my god Ginny.. what are you doing here so early?’

While it was one thing to see distant-but-familiar faces on the morning of my birthday, it was another, to see a barely-legal, teenage girl jumping around excitedly in front of my door. Since I mentioned ‘teenage’, it also meant that she was fashionably dressed too, in a black spaghetti top with lace-lined trims, and a pair of high-waisted denim shorts.

(Ginny exclaimed) ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY J! I just wanted to be the first person to wish you happy birthday – in person. And also give you your present before anyone. Quick, put this on!’

‘Are you going anywhere far?’

‘Nope! Just a few floors up where I kept your present.’

‘Haha. I hope it’s not really that big.’

Without wasting more of her time, I put on the blindfold and let her bring me into the lift, went up or down a few floors, before walking up two flights of stairs. At that point, I have to admit that I no longer knew where I was, though certain we were still within the building.

After she put my hands behind my back, placed me against a metallic ladder, did I realise where we really were – on the top-most floor below the roof.

‘Keep your hands there.. wait.. wait.. ‘

Whatever the surprise was, it was either a very lame gift, a very absurd present, or a ton of people on the other side of my blindfold. While my mind wandered further and further, I felt her hands against my arms again. And suddenly – ziiippppp

At once, I knew I was zip-tied, to no other than the ladder behind me. Following that crazy stunt, my boxers then dropped to my ankles before a pair of soft, cold fingers went around my cock-blocked-cock.

‘Hey hey hey.. what are you doing? I think this is going a bit too.. too.. ahhhh.. ahhhh.. ‘

One by one, my words floated away as her mouth began sucking on my flaccid cock. As to how I know it was (still) her, I could recognise her faint moaning voice as a result of breathing with a dick in her mouth. No balls or foreskin was left unturned as her lips reached farther down my shaft, until she was gagging.

By the time she ‘let me go’, warm saliva were literally dripping off my balls.

(Ginny asked breathlessly) ‘Ready for part two?’

‘What can I.. ‘

Giving up my futile response, her butt was next to come in contact with me, and yes, you guessed it. I was brought straight into her pussy and fucked backwards without a care. Even when my knees gave way and I tumbled onto the ground, she just went on her knees and continued fucking me, though I did thrust my hips for a few minutes while she was overwhelmed by her orgasms.

Things were beginning to get monotonous for us until pair of lips went right smack over mine, igniting a passionate, deep french kiss while I was helped onto my feet. The kissing lasted for as long as it took Ginny to replace my cock into her mouth, and also for my girlfriend’s body, whom I recognised through her lips, to start ‘jerking’ in a suspicious manner.

There was no need for me to guess what Maeve (my girlfriend) was up to once she whispered into my ear that she was getting fucked, to make my fantasy come true at the same time she was living her ‘dream’ – of seeing me getting pleasured by another girl. As we made out and got high to the dick and pussy of other people, she slowly peeled my blindfold off, to let me see the short queue behind her.

According her intermittment confession, they are all given permission to dump their D&D-free cum inside of her. As for me, the only request she had for me was that make full use of Ginny, as long as I cum inside her (my girlfriend), no matter mouth or pussy.

Once the five men were done with their work, we joined one of them in his 6-seater, driving up to a secluded spot of greenery for Ginny to express her sexual lust for me in its entirety. Maeve, on the other hand, sucked and stroked the ‘driver’ for entertainment while awaiting my cum, to satisfy her hunger where they call.

After the sun went down, the three of us, Ginny, Maeve and I, went for a dinner to thank G for her contribution, while Maeve broke another piece of news to us.

(Maeve sternly said) ‘So, I have already given permission to Ginny to meet you whenever she wants, and you can make it, but I want to extend that gesture to you too. But that doesn’t mean you go to her everytime you feel like having sex ok? I still want to please little J as often as you allow me to. That said, I guess you can cum wherever convenient when you’re with Ginny. As long as both of you take the necessary precautions ok?’

(Ginny gratefully said) ‘Sis.. I’m never going to take him away from you. I will always ask you along whenever it happens, and be more than happy for you to join in. But I can promise you.. he will be in good hands.’

(Maeve giggled) ‘Hehe. I’m so happy about this arrangement. Shall we head up now?’

(I asked) ‘Head up? Here?’

‘Uh.. Yes? I booked a room for the three of us! There’s still about.. three hours before your birthday is over? Let’s not waste any more time.’

That night, we went crazy on each other and fucked and sucked our morales away. The last thing we remembered was my two ‘accomplishments’. The first being, my tireless effort to cum at least once in both their pussies and mouths. And the second, as the girls’ first ‘all-out,girl-on-girl makeout’ sesh spurred by my spontaneous attempt to finger them while they laid side-by-side.

One to fuck, one to marry, what else can top that?

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Car Vibes

‘Open your mouth.’

Unsure of why I reacted so blindly to that, I was mostly glad that it was a huge mouthful of Filet O’ Fish that I tasted. In my alcohol-laden, heavy-minded state, I was warned not to lay my hands on any of the food, lest I slipped or dropped something in the back of the car.

Laying uselessly like a good-for-nothing king, I did felt like a fish at one time, as all I had to do was open and close my mouth, while being fed. My heavy eyelids were slowly going down until I accidentally bit her finger, which happened a few more times until she ‘angrily’ reciprocated the same ‘pain’ – except that she ‘sucked’ more than ‘hurt’.

With my mind unconsciously drifting to one, dangerous spot, my shorts were getting uncomfortably ‘crowded’. It didn’t take long for her to run a hand down my belly, unclasped my belt, and broke my food bump out for a breather.

Her hand, continued southward until she was in my boxers, fingers stealthily ensnaring my rising manhood. I turned my head to look at her and all I saw was a smittened, cheeky grin, before I groaned in pain as she made a cringing face.

Keeping all the words to ourselves, her head disappeared out of my sight and the next thing I felt was an overwhelming jolt of pleasure, warmth and moisture channeling down my cock as her lips trailed along my shaft.

The following minutes consisted purely of my breathless gasps, agonising groans, and erratic writhing, leaving me more drained than satisfied of everything that happened. Once she was done with me, she moved herself into my chest and let me put my arms around her, even going as far as under her tube top, where a pair of B cups awaited my caress.

After a brief, fingers-to-nipples play, I brought my hand to her thighs where it faced zero resistance on its path up her denim skirt. Of all the underwear I was anticipating, like cotton, lace, or even a thin g-string, there was nothing like that underneath.

Nothing but a warm, moist slit waiting for my touch.

A single, middle finger slipped right through the wet folds and hit her clit immediately, triggering a mini-shiver that forced her legs shut.

(She whimpered) ‘I don’t want your fingers inside.’

As soon as she completed her sentence, she leaned forward onto her hands and went into doggystyle, save for the part where she lowered her body as close to the seat to maximise my maneuverable space.

‘Ok. I get it now.’

I laid on top of her with one foot on the floorboard and guided my cock right into her pussy, facing some unbelievable tightness that I had to ‘push through’. Once we got over the initial discomfort/ ache, it was an all-out carnage after that. Slamming and pounding her tiny ass relentlessly, she was moaning her lungs out as I was coping with the counterproductive tension inside of her.

Because her labia, or whatever the outermost opening was called, was the only narrow part, it basically acted like a cock-ring, restricting any backflow that might ‘shrink’ my cock. With a humongous erection bigger than my normal, she was darting in and out of consciousness as I banged her harder.

‘J.. J.. AAAA!! I.. I CAN’T.. NNNGGHHHHH.. ‘

Suddenly, she went into a forceful, uncontrollable fit that shook her to the point she could no longer compose herself. Similar to a fish on dry land, she flopped around until her strength abruptly disappeared, for me to regain my rightful position inside of her again.

She achieved two more orgasms that were more or less normal, and was once again thrown into confusion as I expended my remaining energy for my very own climax. Raising her (movable) leg outward as far as possible (like a frog’s leg), I made sure to drill deep and fast into her while resisting her pulsing vagina.

No more than two minutes later, my cock flopped out of her cunt and every urge (of mine) disappeared at once, for a good reason one way or another, too.

The spiteful little fighter then dragged me by my legs to place me under her chest, spread my knees wide apart, and devoured my cock with a flinch. This time, I grabbed hold of her head and fucked her face in increasing ferocity, until she proved capable to sustain a deep-throat.

It was that and there I poured my balls of cum down her throat, missing all her taste receptors that would only get their share when she licked me clean.

Staying pantyless and disheveled for the rest of the drive to my home, we managed to go for another round, in missionary this time. More emotions, more lust, more perspiration, and definitely more cum – going into her.

Truth to be told, that was the main reason she bought a car of her own.

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Immovable

(Maeve asked) ‘You said you like it sloppy right?’

(I excitedly replied) ‘Uh huh.. ‘

With my arms tied far away from me, and ankles spread so wide apart it hurt my glut, I was fixated on her (head’s) descend into my nether region, warming me boner-deep as her lips formed a seal around my manhood. In an almost-doggystyle-like position, every visible part of her body was a delight to watch, as she tirelessly bobbed her head up and down, in front of my convulsing belly.

After a few intense, never ending minutes of me trembling uncontrollably to her merciless, and even less forgiving blowjob, I was finally given some time to recompose myself, while she headed towards the bathroom that was somewhere behind me.

No more than a minute later, I heard the door opened and unfamiliar voices coming from the hallway. It didn’t take much longer for my suspicion/ curiosity/ fear, to be answered when I saw a distant, yet known, feminine figure appear in front of me.

Nothing was said but after they got over the giggling part, she stepped off the mezzanine staircase and stood beside one of my immobilised arms. Brazenly reaching under my pits, she put a hand around my cock and began playing with it, doing so in a more ‘explorative’ way than a sexual one.

As crazy as this whole ‘staycation’ had gone out of my expectations, what really left me flabbergasted was the ensuing sight, of four, naked-waist-down men coming up to where I was restrained. Once again, Maeve went onto her knees and resumed sucking me off, while one of the guys positioned himself behind her.

(Maeve let off an exasperated moaned) ‘Haaaahhh.. MMMM.. ‘

No matter how ‘satisfied’ she sounded, I felt an ache instead. All I could do was helplessly watch her get fucked while she was still pleasuring me, though there increasingly more (open-mouth) gasps to keep me distracted.

At some point, her friend made herself comfortable behind me, and initiated a handjob. I couldn’t believe how we were both moaning so endearingly, lusting desperately for each other while our bodies were clearly more stimulated by the outsiders’ help.

(Man 1 groaned) ‘I’m about to.. cum.. where should I.. UGHH!’

Maeve, with a spiteful look in her eyes jerked her hips backwards, sending her delicate pussy down his shaft as he gathered his footing, and remaining strength. Pounding her too forcefully for my liking, Maeve actually managed to slip me into her mouth a few times before the loud grunt sent shivers down her spine, diverting her attention to her pussy that was nearing climax as well.

At his last few ‘spurts’, my little girl gave me her guilty, regretful look, right before her arms gave way to a mind-blowing orgasm. To that, the hand stroking me moved even faster, re-energising my mood as the second guy parked his meat in her.

It wasn’t until the hand pumping my engorged cock became more gentle, did I realised what have she been up to. According to her, I grew bigger when the first guy came, and got even harder when the second guy began his tryst.

Friend then ducked under my arm, and skilfully maneuvered herself in between my legs. Her skirt and panties quickly came off and the next thing I know, her feet were by my butt, and pussy swiftly lowering itself over my cock. When I could finally lock gaze with Maeve again, my desire to see some form of ‘disblief’ was crushed.

A sly, cheeky smile only confirmed my doom, as we were both fucked at the same time. While her friend took her sweet time to ride and gyrate my senses to smithereens, Maeve was taking it fast and furious. Within minutes, the second guy came and went, leaving her for the third, and final load to be deposited.

I couldn’t believe my eyes when he rammed her even harder then the second guy, unleashing depths and speed that knocked the wind out of Maeve every two or three strokes. Seeing her sway left and right relative to her state of consciousness, I was caught between sympathy and anger.

(Man 3) ‘Cumming.. now.. ‘

Like a rocket blasting off the face of Earth, he kept a poker face as Maeve groaned for her life. Right after he was done, he backed away from her and let her hips fell onto the steps, where a narrow gap provided all the visuals I needed to see thick blobs of translucent fluid leaking out of her.

Once Maeve no longer required my attention, my senses rapidly returned to the gorgeous girl riding me. In less than two minutes, I was writhing and cringing and begging for her to get off me, while chanting my final warning over and over again.

‘Please.. get off me.. ‘

‘Ohhhh.. yeahhhh.. ‘

As pitiful as my last words sounded, it was spoken at the same time I erupted my liquid gold into her. Unlike how those guys probably felt, it was immensely calm, relaxing, and even liberating – for me.

Once her mission was over, she lifted herself up just high enough to ‘release’ my load over my shrinking dong, drenching it like how a snowcap looked. Maeve wasted no time in licking them up, and sucking on my deflated manhood before her friend even got out of the way.

A minute or so later, our room was once again quiet, smelling just of sex and nothing else. The rest of our evening was filled with cuddles, kisses, massages, and a hearty room-service meal. That half-hour we took to finish our dinner, was about how long the Viagra needed to take effect.

Somehow, night never came as we took turns ravishing each other, leaving no foreskin unturned, no cum remained, no genitals un-sore, and no one unspent. With each of her three pairs of panties getting soaked just seconds after she put them on, there were none left for our short trip to the breakfast-buffet line.

I hope she enjoyed the huge servings of man-cream all of us took so much effort to serve it deep inside her, minus the little snack she got out of me right before we left our room.

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Cumming Home

(In my morning voice) ‘Oh hey.. You’re home..’

(Elsie answered) ‘Yupp. For some time already.’

(I asked) ‘Where’s Maeve?’

‘Outside, probably making breakfast? I don’t know.’

Pulling the blindfolds back over my eyes, I knew it was time to wake up, but there was no rush to since it was only 8am.

(She asked) ‘Are you going back to sleep?’

‘Uh-huh.. ‘

(She hinted) ‘Haha. So tired huh. You must have done all the work last night when I wasn’t around.’

As tempting as it was to engage her subtle innuendo, I was really more concerned about her privacy, which she was most certainly entitled to in her own room (shared with her sister whom I was dating).

With the blindfold and blanket still over me, I was about to roll upright and get up/ out ‘nonchalantly’ when she spoke again, sounding louder in close proximity.

(She instructed) ‘Keep that whatever thing over your eyes until I say you can remove it. OK?’

‘Yeah ok.’

There, she came up with an easier, more convenient solution which I would never have suggested, though I would like to think of it as a proof of her trust towards me, or even, an actual, on-going test of my trustworthiness.

For the next minute, we just chatted normally about the bar I worked at, while the distinct ruffling of clothes was heard on and off. In about two minutes’ time, all I could hear was our voices, nothing else.

‘Are you done changing?’

‘Nope. Not yet.’

Sure. Perhaps she liked to be naked for a few minutes. And so, I ended the conversation as the iconic tiak tiak tiak sounds were heard on her phone, signalling her ‘busyness’.

One or two minutes after that, I felt the mattress sank, followed by a hand sliding up my leg under the blanket.

(I whispered) ‘Elsie?’

(She whispered) ‘Shhh.. ‘

By then, she has found her way into my boxers and began to fondle it, doing so in such an inexperienced manner that my junk couldn’t help but enjoy her naivety.

Soon, the blanket hiding my lower-half was pulled away, unveiling the shameless interest towards my own girlfriend’s sister.

What happened next was the execution of a standard, untrained handjob where she just held my manhood in an unyielding, firm grip, and jerked that ‘fist’ up and down.

Upon sensing how much stiffer I was getting, she began to taunt me, albeit in a self-entitled, arrogant tone. Apart from berating me about that sort of ‘attention’ I was secretly hiding from everybody, it was also her sign that her sister wasn’t as ‘good’ as she was, though she didn’t have as many partners.

Honestly, under the sort of death grip she had on my weiner, I was ‘naturally’ going to get harder, and even bigger, since she was literally suffocating it. As much as I half-enjoyed the handjob while she sang praises about how much she could please me with minimal skills, what really angered me was the demeaning words she used on her sister, her own family.

‘You can remove the towel now. I want you to look at this.’

I did exactly just that and saw her sitting about a foot from me, wearing an oversized Jersey and legs spread far enough for me to spot that smooth, hairless, tight slit.

‘I bet my sister’s vagina is all loose and ugly from fucking so many guys. Don’t you wish you had this instead?’

After that, it was all self-admiration where she spread those pinkish folds of skin, appearing damp for some reason. Fearing nothing, she slipped her middle finger into her pussy and pulled it out to show me how wet she could get.

The one thing I could never forget, was her humbling look when our gaze momentarily crossed path while looking at the sticky, juicy strands joining her thumb and middle fingertips. Yes, she could be as good as she has claimed herself to be, but I, was somehow contributing to the wetness that has formed within her.

(She uttered) ‘I think it’s time for you to get up.’

(I replied cheekily) ‘You’re right.’

She promptly left the bedroom for me to get dressed and I gladly made the bed too, all the while gloating at how she accidentally ‘owned’ herself.

Seeing her approach from the kitchen (where the common bathroom is), I graciously opened the door wider for her to enter before I exited. But instead, she shut the door behind her and flashed me a disapproving, critical look.

No more words were said when she abruptly bent over her sister’s bed, using one hand to support her upper body while pushing against the (shut) wooden door with her other.

*In short, she left the bedroom to check on her sister to see how much time she had with ‘me’.*

(She instructed in a soft tone) ‘Fuck me.’

On one hand, I was more than happy to teach her a lesson, but on the other, not too willing to do it at the expense of my own loved one. It took her some persuasion, a few more apologies, and one incriminating, difficult confession, for me to grant her her wish.

My boxers went down immediately and I stuffed my cock between her buns, for a slippery, wet welcome into her pussy. I was selfishly in my own world until the ‘penetration’ part seemed to be hurting her, did I actually stopped to ask.

(I asked concernly) ‘Umm. Have you ever.. Had sex?’

‘Not sexually? I mean, not with a dick. Just fingers, and toys?’

‘And you want me to take your virginity(?)’

Right then, she let go of the hand holding herself up and collapsed into the bed, sticking that same, freed hand down her crotch to pry those lower-lips open.

I understood her cue and resumed the process, thrusting more and more of my cock into her with each pressing second. In under a quarter of a minute, I was buried deep in her impossibly tight cunt, and actually hyperventilating from the sheer pressure (on my cock).

That said, I couldn’t believe my eyes and ears and dick when her hands went crazy grabbing at air, while her vagina was throbbing so fiercely. But once I started ramming my pipe into her disoriented pie hole, her ‘resistance’ immediately gave way to a mix of calm, euphoric, and begrudging tremors through her body.

My swift, slick thrusts gradually picked up pace for the harder, deeper strokes, officially sending her down the spiral of a recharge-discharge cycle of her sexual adrenaline.

At some point, I turned my attention back to myself and took full advantage of her convulsing vaginal walls, gapping as if her life depended on it.

After a few long minutes combining a series of rapid-shallow/ sudden-deep pumps of my cock far into her nether region, I was about to cum, though much later than she was already limp and smoothered.

Before a worse mistake was made, I pulled out, put my boxers back and helped Elsie back into her bed before leaving the room. Citing an ‘urgent’ need for the toilet, my bottoms disappeared magically almost as soon as I stepped into the bathroom, wasting no time in shagging my lover until she was filled, up to the brim, with my all-organic, liquid love.

A week later, Elsie began texting me, though she was mostly inviting me to ‘hang out’ with her (alone with her sister’s permission), or with the both of them. What she didn’t count on, was her blackmail attempt using footage she had secretly recorded that fateful morning.

In a virtual conversation, she showed me that said footage in the one way she was so used to – through a (video) message. Even without seeing her in person, I could tell how much she regretted doing that.

Although we both had the same evidence that could implicate each other, the leverage, and real-life cost, was vastly different. As far as I know, she never gave up enough to submit to my implied control over her, neither did I do anything with ‘our’ video.

That said, she wasn’t the same, demeaning person as everyone knew her to be, and thus unwittingly, becoming somewhat more likeable.

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Unforgivable

‘Hey dad.. ‘

I wasn’t sure if I had completely missed what she said after that as the next thing I felt was some movements over my crotch, which genuinely jolted me awake in case my ‘faithfulness’ was challenged. Instead, all I saw was just my precious little girl all curled up (on the couch) next to me, with her head resting in my lap.

Without thinking too much of her, I let the drowsiness of the whiskey I had earlier – consume me again, putting me right back to sleep. Subconsciously, I knew my body was fidgeting a little, mostly in response to her hand she placed under her head (and atop my groin area) as she snoozed away.

Over time, the ‘bump’ in my boxers grew too big to be ignored, and definitely very inappropriate seeing how it was literally in her face.

‘Little monkey? Wake up.. ‘

‘What’s wrong daddy?’

‘I think you should.. Haa.. Sleeeep in your bed now.. ‘

It got harder than before to maintain a straight face, as she had formed a ‘fist’ around my bulge, almost clutched in her hand as she sobered up. Instead of moving herself away, she just playfully buried her head into my groin, making the whole situation even worse.

My thoughts to ‘keep things proper’ apparently came too late as before I could execute my first evasive maneuver, she had stuck a hand up the wide (thigh) opening of my boxers and held ‘me’ in place, squeezing and relaxing her fist to wear me down.

Of course, that wasn’t going to work and I had barely held onto her arms when she yanked my waistband down, and took my cock into her mouth – in one, swift move.

Bombarded by the sheer rush of immorality, I pried her forehead back as hard as I could to no avail, while she circled her tongue around my engorged cock.

‘Dada.. It really wants me..’

A slip of my hand (on her head) caused her face to slam straight into my crotch, jamming my rod further into her mouth. Combine a relenting suction with skilful balls-massage, my mind was throbbing in and out of consciousness.

Still lying on my thigh, she began to slide her head back and forth, replicating the sensation of a pussy as my cock slipped in and out of her warm, loosely-closed lips. In the midst of confusion, she took one of my restless hands and directed it under her shorts – one that was (also) so ‘casual’ that it barely covered her pussy.

It only took her a few seconds of ‘guidance’ before I went automatic, rubbing her clit gently as she savoured my manhood. We so happened to be in such a convenient position that my hand reciprocated exactly how good I was feeling, adjusting its speed and intensity as she covered varying depths on my cock.

About a few minutes later, she shut her legs hard together and it kind of snapped me out of it, though we didn’t make any sudden movements that would otherwise hurt each other.

So it seemed, that she had climaxed from my fingers, and there was precisely no better time for us to distance ourselves from the fuck that just happened. In an instant, she dashed into her room and I was left alone, on the warm couch, to regret what I had let happened.

Wishing that the alcohol could once again lure me to sleep, I rested my heavier-than-ever head onto the sofa (headrest), as my mind was kept awake by the guilt, despair, disappointment, and shame that I had brought upon myself.

(Soft whisper) ‘daddy?’

Not too keen on seeing her again that night, I remembered taking a deep breath as I opened my eyes again, to see her in just the t-shirt she wore earlier, too short to cover anywhere below her waist.

‘What are you doing?’

Staying silent, she literally climbed onto the couch, stood over my legs, caught my hands in hers, placed them behind my head, and lowered her groin to where my belly was.

‘Monkey, I think we have gone too far with.. With theee.. Ahhh..’

By then, the tip of my cock has found her vaginal opening, and even poked a little into her. The both of us were half-grunting and half-hissing as more of me pierced into her, until she was snuggled in my lap, tucked in my chest.

We just held each other for what felt like a long time in that pose, not making any ‘unwanted’ sexual movements until I sensed a little ‘squeeze’ on my shaft.

Looking deep into her eyes, I saw that naughty grin again, and swiftly shut my eyes harder together. I stood up with her in my arms and carried her into her room, before placing her down carefully in her bed.

Of course, it couldn’t be helped that I laid my body a little too hard onto hers, pushing my cock deeper that it already was.

(She whispered) ‘are you going to leave me? daddy?’

To answer that, I raised myself off her by straightening my arms, doing sort of a push-up. Gazing straight into her eyes, I made sure she caught the slow, fateful closing my eyelids as my hips shifted backwards, and then forward into her pussy.

A shy, gratifying purr was then heard, and continually emitted as I pounded the little girl, splitting her delicate walls repeatedly apart at her absolute expense. More juices began to run along my shaft as I maintained a steady tempo, a self-taught habit formed by making love to a woman not too unfamiliar to her.

Her body, then began to tremble harder and harder, until a point where she asked if she could come, as if like I would say otherwise. When ‘allowed’, she requested me to go faster, to which I logically refused, since there was no apparent reason for me to.

(She pleaded) ‘Please.. Please daddy.. Let me ca.. Come alreadyyyy.. ‘

That selfish request was promptly managed by my sudden extraction, instantly voiding her of the tool that drove her over the edge. As free as she was to use her hand, she just stuck her hands out in a fruitful attempt to ‘catch’ my cock, and refill that empty orifice again.

Paying more attention to me now, I placed one of her hands onto her clit and resumed thrusting, watching each other’s face closer than ever for the ‘moment’ to cum.

A little more than three minutes later, I gradually lost control of my rhythm and facial expression, signalling my readiness to climax with her increasingly-vigorous rubbing.

(I groaned) ‘CUMMING! NOW!’

Like a two-stage bomb, I first felt the abrupt implosion, before the ensuing eruption relieved all of the pressure built inside me. Her vaginal walls, were shaken up as well, by the way of tightening and loosening itself around my cock. And in some ways, triggering a few more squirts out of me.

After that exasperating finish, we returned to the koala-hugging moment, while experiencing the subtle vibes our genitals were giving off. About fifteen minutes later, she cautiously dismounted me and remained next to me, knees up in a missionary-like angle.

In front of my very eyes, she ‘tucked’ as much cum as she could back into her pussy, while massaging her clit with her other hand to ‘relax’ her vagina – so they (my cum) would stay nicely inside.

(She whispered playfully) ‘I wouldn’t want to leave any evidence.. Or else we can’t do it again.’

The next morning, I was awakened by a hand stroking my morning wood, followed by the hazy vision my fluttering eyes sighted as I was rode cowgirl-style. But believe it or not, it took me another soul-sucking, balls-emptying, ejaculate to truly accept the unforgivable act, which by then has became ‘acts’.

Reality is indeed, harsh.