That Morning With My Step-Sister And Her Friend. free porn video

This is one of the first stories I wrote, now tarted up and wheeled out for your delight dear readers.

God! I’m sure my cock grows a bit bigger every night. Some guys would do bad shit to own one like mine. The girth of it fills my palm, its purple bulb a fucking wonder between my fingers. This morning it's so hard it fucking hurts.

Why is there never pussy at hand when you need it? God, Ryan, you’ll just have to think about how they moan when you push into them, how it opens them up and fills them, how you have to shove hard because they’re usually too tight for you. 

Think about when it’s slick in their cunt juice, how you take it out and get them to put it in their mouths and watch how much they love tasting themselves smeared there while you watch them draw their lips up and down. Yeah, you love the look on their faces, how their eyes search for clues wanting to know if they’re doing it right, then their sweet expressions, their eyes when they know they are pleasing you.

I have so got to put this baby monster inside some chick's tight twat soon.

Fuck it!  Anna is off on some stupid field trip. 

Who else? 

It’s such drawn-out shit finding and laying new pussy. Chicks usually want to talk and get to know you before they’ll even think about letting you near them — unless they’re wasted at some party and would let anyone. But who-the-fuck is there on a Monday morning in June.

 Even online, women need to feel comfortable with you before they‘ll even consider meeting up, which means spending shit-loads of time typing bullshit. Takes hours of tap, tap, tapping out words, words, words to reassure them you’re an okay bloke, not some psycho who wants to put them in a cage, dismember them at your leisure. And even when you have their attention, and they have warmed to you, then it’s more tap-tap-tap before they'll  entertain the thought of meeting up.  Why-oh-why do girls always have to pretend to you’re going to be the one before they can even consider opening their legs for you? 

Remember that time when Anna was on vacation last month, and Kerry came round, and how she let you rub your cock between the crease of her butt before you fucked her — Oh Jeez, that’s it! Long slow pulls with your hand — and just as you were about to cum inside her, how you pulled out and shoved it into her mouth, how you doused her tonsils. Just-like-this! Aaaaah!

 God! So much cum. Reach for a tissue.

Trying to get back to sleep but it it's already hard again. Fuck! It's so frustrating. I can’t go on like this.

 Chloe. Yeah, Chloe? She’s the hottest damn redhead you’ve ever seen. So tall, and has a pair of tits to suffocate you if she lay on you and pushed them in your face. Way to go! But it’s her smile that makes you want her, always gets you hard if she beams one at you.

 Why are you thinking about Chloe? Oh yeah, she’s coming round today to see Nina.  Last night Nina was saying to Karen  (her Mom, my step-mom) that Chloe just got back from travelling; Asia or Australia — or somewhere else they all think is so cool to visit.

 Sean said that last Christmas he saw Chloe and Nina kissing in Bar kudos as they danced together. Not sure I believe him; has an imagination worse than mine, has Sean.  All the same, I wonder what they have planned for today.

And what about Nina? No way. Don’t even go there. But God I so would — given half the chance.

Nina. Step-mom Karen’s daughter. The Princess. My Little step-sis. She’s come on nicely since going off to Uni six months ago. Yeah, she’s turned out to be this scorching-hot bundle of eye-candy. She used to be such a brat but now she has this smutty smirk on her face all the time. I swear she does it just to make you crazy, Ryan. Since she’s been home this summer, she’s been strutting round in cut-off denim shorts that slice her butt, her legs looking so smooth, perfectly shaped. I wonder how many times she opened them for the guys at uni’.  

Remember how she smiled when she clocked you ogling her breasts last week when she was sunbathing topless in the garden. She thought everyone was out because you’d told her you were going into town with Sean. But he’d texted to cancel and I didn't say, so she had no idea you were still home and watching her from the conservatory — until you knocked that glass off the table, stupid fucker. Then she sat up with a jolt, covering herself and looking shocked. But when she saw it was you she held your gaze and smiled, took her hands away from her tits and smiled a smile that said, “Ryaaaaan! I know you want me, don’t you . . .”

 No mate: not worth it. That would be bad shit. Karen would castrate you if she ever found out you’d poked her darling princess.  Even if what Sean said about Nina and Chloe were true — and I still have my doubts — what good does it do you today? You’re never going to get a bite of that pussy action — neither of them. 

I wonder what the pair have planned? As I said, Chloe’s been away for a few months backpacking, so if they really are into each other, they’ll be keen to be alone together after so long apart. 

Think this through, Ryan. There must be a way to check out if Nina and Chloe are lezing-out.

I can hear Nina singing in the bathroom just down the hall; that Lady Gaga song about being born this way. Nina has a sweet voice, a voice I imagine an Angel might have. 

Think of the water running across her silky soft flesh, tracking across her pale and perfectly perky titties. I bet she shaves her pussy too — for Chloe. No rug-munching for Chloe. Smooth as a babies arse, that’ll be our Nina’s twat.

That’s it! I’ve decided! I’m going to pull a sickie, phone in and say I’ve come down with diarrhoea and vomiting. They don’t like it at the fast food joint when staff get the shits. Health and safety nightmare. 

Then I’ll make out to Nina I’ve left for work and hide myself away up here until Chloe arrives, see if I can catch them at it. 

Yeah, best phone now.

Eric my line-manager sounded so pissed when I told him I was sick.  But it’s Alex I feel sorry for. More work for him. But opportunities like this don’t come along every day — and besides, Alex owes me one for his time off after the Christmas bash when he had that mother of all hangovers, and I had to cover his shift.

Now Ryan, all you have to do is make a show of going out to work like you usually do. Karen and Dad left half an hour ago. I’ve just got to sell it to Nina. Out onto the landing. Ten paces and I rap on the bathroom door. 

“Hey, Nin. Tell Karen I won’t be back for dinner tonight. Ok?”

Her voice muffled by running water, but I understand their meaning: “Fuck off, Ryan. Tell her yourself.”

I run down the stairs, making each footstep fall with a hefty bump. And then to the front door, opening and slamming it to make a point, a big show of leaving.

Stealth mode now. I turn back and take my leather jacket from the stand and pick up my boots and tiptoe with them back up to my room. How long will I have to wait? What if she comes in here to nose about? No, she never would. She calls it The Sty, says she gags if the door is open when she walks past.

Back in my room, I sit quietly and listen to the small sounds the house makes as it warms in the summer sun. Then I hear the bathroom door open and close, her feet padding the floorboards on the landing, then her bedroom door slapping shut. Muffled movement,  the click of her closet shutting, creaking boards by her window. Then silence.

 Fifteen minutes later I hear her leave her room and go down to the kitchen. The clatter of plates, then Nina breaking out into song. It's the same tune as before, but I can’t hear the words. I supply the lyrics myself: “I was born this way . . .”

Later. 

Shit!  I fell asleep. How long? 

The house is silent. Through my open window, I hear the occasional car pass on the street below. I strain to hear Nina. But nothing. I tiptoe to the door and carefully open it just a fraction, still listening intently as if my life depends on it.

She’s down there all right. Someone else too. The excited sing-song of girlish conversation.  I move out of my room, out on the landing to eavesdrop.

 Our house has this pretentious minstrel’s gallery that serves as a landing. It overlooks the open plan living space below. I get down on my knees and, inch by inch, I crawl to the varnished oak balustrade and peer down. I see Nina sitting at one end of the sofa with her knees pulled up to her chin, her palms clutching her shins. I can’t see her eyes, so I surmise she cannot see me. She is facing down the sofa to where Chloe sits. I can’t see her face either, as she is twisted away from me to face Nina, but I can see her long, bare legs emerging from a white denim skirt, the hem of which has ridden high on her thighs. She’s taken off her shoes, and I can see her toenails are sliver glossed. Her legs are long, darkly tanned. I only wish I could see both girls faces. At least I can hear what they say.

Chloe’s telling Nina about Bangkok and all the bars she visited, and the shark fishing boat trip; and the Aussie barman she copped off with — blah—blah—d—fucking—blah. Aren’t I just so cool to have been travelling, so sophisticated? 

For fuck's sake, Chloe, go and sit next to Nin and give her some tongue. I nearly start to lose interest; it’s only Chloe’s legs that keep me focused.

 And then Chloe is on her feet, and I can see her completely.

 “Can I use your loo? ” she asks.

Now Nina stands up, The two girls move closer to each other. 

“Sure. You remember where it is, don’t you?” Nina says.

"Sure," Chloe says.

I am just about to ease myself back to my bedroom before Chloe ascends the stairs but something about their body movements makes me hesitate. I risk them seeing me, but I just have to watch what is coming.

Nina is standing in front of the sofa. And Chloe is hesitant, does not immediately to go off to the bathroom, lingers. Then she moves forward and stands so close and face to face to Nina. 

“Missed you,” Chloe says.

“Ditto”

 Chloe has a good five inches on her so Nina has to look up, her eyes searching Chloe's. They embrace, Nina tilting her head way back, her mouth becomes a baby bird's to accept Chloe’s gift of tongue.

 Jeez Nin, you shit-hot little lesbo. I never thought you had it in you. You were always such a shy little thing, so studious and uptight, now look your lips go. Fucking limpets. Fuck! I have so got to poke one of you two babes soon — both of you. Oh fuck, fuck, my cock is going to burst.

Suddenly Chloe breaks from Nina. “Sorry, sorry —I really do need the loo . . . freshen up too.” 

They walk towards the stairs together hand in hand. I scuttle away hoping they’ve not seen me. Inside my room I ease the door shut. Get your breath, Ryan. Calm down. Fuck This is hot. So fucking hot. Jeez! I’ve just seen my little sister kissing a girl. What I would give to see her Mom’s face if ever she found out her little darling was a lesbo.

I crouch behind the door trying to calm my breathing, so relieved they've not clocked me. 

But suddenly it’s the rumble of two pairs of feet running up the stairs. Now a fist beating on the door panel. “Ryan! Are you in there? Don’t pretend you’re not, you little arsehole; because we know you are. Now-open-the-fucking-door!”

Busted! 

Reluctantly I get to my feet and go to the door. I hesitate, and then  I open it an inch and peer through the crack. Nina is standing there with her arms crossed. I can’t tell whether she is more embarrassed or angry. Chloe is standing behind her trying hard not to laugh.  

“Why are you still home you piece of shit,” Nina says. “Were you spying on us?”

“Spying?”

“Yes, Spying! I saw you, saw you crawling away on all fours. You’re pathetic.”

“Ok, ok. Take a chill-pill. I wasn’t feeling good, all right. So I called in sick.”

“So why were you sneaking about like Gollum?”

Say something, you idiot. 

“Well?” 

“Eer . . .”

Then Chloe pipes up: “I think I know what he was hoping to see, Nin.”
 
And with that, she takes hold of Nina’s shoulders and turns her so that they face each other. Chloe draws Nina to her real tight, and their tongues become two eels in a jar. My jaw drops. I stare and stare. My cock is seconds from setting off on an Apollo mission. 

WHen they stop kissing, Chloe says to Nina -- but looking directly at me -- “You see, Nin, I think all those hours poor, lonesome, Ryan spends watching porn has warped his view of women. He thinks whenever two girls get alone together they’re immediately going to be in each other's panties.”

 I grin and say: “Yeah. I got that right.” 

They stand side by side holding hands. Chloe is smiling, but Nina continues to scowl.

 “I’ve always known you were a perv, Ryan. Now Just fuck off back into your hole and leave us alone.”

“No Way, Nin. I want to watch.”

“Yeah, right. And that is going to happen.” 

Before I realise what I’m saying, the words have flown the nest: 

“Does Karen know you’re a lesbian, Nin?”

 That was below the belt. I’d never say anything to her mother. I see real fear dance in her eyes. Her Mom goes to some happy-clappy church, and it bugs her that Nina doesn’t go anymore like she did a few years ago. If she ever found out her Little Princess had been lezing-out -- well.

“I’m not a lesbian!”

“Sure you’re not, Nin. Keep telling yourself that.” 

“I love Chloe . . . not other girls.”

“Whatever. I still want to watch . . . Or Karen gets to . . .”

Nina turns to Chloe: “I want you so much, Chloe. It's been so long. Does it matter if Ryan . . ..”

Nina rests her cheek against Chloe's  shoulder. I see Chloe looking at me, her interest growing. I become sure this weird moment excites her. 

Chloe tells Nina: “He’s full of bull, Nin. No way will he tell your mom.” 

“You don’t know him. He’s completely selfish. Ryan will do whatever Ryan has to do to get what Ryan fucking wants!”

Chloe is looking at me as if she has never seen me before. Says, “Just like all blokes then.”

Nina looks up at Chloe, begging with her eyes, “Please Chloe. I just can’t risk him saying anything.”

“Okay, If it makes you happy, and it might be fun to educate Ryan about the finer points of female sexuality — but I still say he’s bluffing.” Their eye contact is so profound that I feel a complete shit for wanting to see them together. Chloe continues, “If this is what you want, it will have to be your room. I’m not going in there; I can smell his stuff from here.” She breaks free from Nina, “But I really do have to freshen up first.”

Chloe hurries off to the bathroom, and I follow Nina along the landing admiring the curve of her butt, the way her two soft cheeks roll under the black leggings that cling like pantyhose. In her room, I sit on the dresser chair while Nina perches herself on the end of the bed. 

“If you ever want some cock, Nin, you know where my door is. You don’t have to make do with chicks, you know.”

“Fuck off, Ryan.”

“I'm serious. You’ve become a real babe.” 

She sits in silence on the bed and studies her phone. From time to time she looks up, scowls when she sees I’m watching her. Chloe comes back into the room and gets onto the bed and eases herself so that she is leaning against the headboard. She pats the mattress wiht her palm between her parted legs, a signal that Nina is to come to her. They both manoeuvre so that Nina lies with her back against Chloe’s breasts. Chloe’s inner-thighs flank Nina‘s hips, She arches her knees as she bunches Nina’s hair and puts it aside to gain access to the fragrant flesh that waits beneath.  She begins kissing Nina’s neck, just pecking at first, but her lips lingering longer each time until her tongue licks in long passes.

I’m so pleased with how things are going, loving what I see, imagining what Nina is feeling. Then Nina suddenly opens her eyes, as if my eyes touched her flesh in some way.  She sees me looking and our eyes catch, In that exact instance, something passes between us — and I don’t know what it is. Does she understand that I don’t just want to watch her with Chloe but that I also want her? I stare and stare, and she looks back at me as Chloe continues to lick her neck. Her eyes tell me it’s okay to want her.

 The moment passes and Nina closes her eyes as a swell of such sweet pleasure inundates her face. She raises her arms as if surrendering to the sheriff and Chloe pulls her top up and over her head, the material stretching as it travels her elevated arms. Her armpits are shaved and pasty, and I imagine licking her there, tasting the bitter roll-on residue while breathing her fragrance. 

Chloe’s hands loosen hooks and eyes,  Nina’s bras eased from her, allowing me to see dainty breasts. God, how many times have I dreamed of seeing those two tidy packages again after that one time in the garden? They are just as I remember, her skin even more creamy soft and peachy in the morning sunshine that now beams through the half-open blinds. In this summer morning light, their hue is soft-porn delicious. I want to stand up and walk across to her and take each nipple in turn in my mouth and suck and suck. Yes, that would make me a happy — Oh, God!

But I don’t. I watch as Nina's breasts become obscured under Chloe’s hands. She is so gentle with Nina, relishing the softness beneath her palms and then drawing them up as if to assess their weight — though I imagine there is little weight to them. For one moment her hands linger as she appreciates their actuality, then she squeezes, and the flesh distorts, but only ever-so-slightly.
 
As Chloe kneads Nina's breasts, Nina tilts her head back while turning slightly to look back at Chloe, her eyes imploring for kisses. The two girls kiss for what seems like ages. Now just kissing and kissing, Nina’s head craned back to accept Chloe’s kisses while Chloe gently pinches each of Nina’s nipples. I think it is a perfect thing, the most erotic moment I have ever seen.

Chloe extricates herself from Nina, coaxing her gently into a new position. Nina is a floppy doll in Chloe's arms, so relaxed as onto her back she goes. Straight away Chloe leans over and kisses her on the lips as she lies there, become quiet and available.  More kissing, then Chloe stands and removes her clothes.

Chloe is a sturdy, well-built chick. She, rock climbs and Kayaks. Not an inch of misplaced fat on her well-toned frame, But her breasts! Oh man! Large, shapely and dense; such a contrast to Nina’s.

Nina watches Chloe undress. Her eyes tell me she is so enjoying seeing her friend’s beautiful body again after all their time apart. My mind’s eye compares the two girls, then imagining lying between them, kissing Nina while feeling Chloe’s hefty, fleshy, tits pressing into my back.

Nina reaches out, her arms urging Chloe to return to her. Chloe lies down, naked now. They entwine, pulling each other close, their hands gently stroking each other's bodies everywhere, lips softly licking and kissing. Their limbs splice, their torsos meld. For a moment they are seamless.

This is nothing like the lesbian porn I watch online. It’s so slow. Intimate, private. I suppose they’re really into each other, getting all warm and fuzzy from their coming together after so long apart. They’re sharing their bodies like they’re really in love or some shit like that. I sit and watch, and if it was wasn’t such a turn on to have two real live naked chicks in front of me — one of whom was my step-sister — I could begin to grow bored. They sort of just lie pressed together with arms around each other. I know chicks like cuddling, but this is just daft.

Then things ratchet up a notch. I’d sort of been staring at Nina’s arse, my eyes gorging on how her two convexities collide, scanning the darkly etched fissure. Her sumptuous curves captivate me, and I imagined licking her all along that silky fold.

Nina tries to straddle Chloe, but Chloe wants to do the same to Nina. They tumble into a frenzy of arms and legs, their hair wild all about,  tangled with the others. They giggle and squeal like stupid youngsters. Each is trying to get the upper hand, push the other down and mount her, each girl trying to outdo the other. 

Neither gives way, and they end up on their sides again, panting like sprinters after a race, torsos sleek and stretched, limbs knotted together. Their hands are continually moving, their lips mutually kissing; necks and breasts, then back to lips. 

Just watching is more than I can bear. I am determined to be a part of what they share. Quietly I undress, stand there naked holding the emperor of all erections in my palm. But they pay me no attention, have not even noticed my blood-gorged monstrosity. I am so close to Chloe’s head but still can’t pluck up the courage to touch her. I am completely in wonder at what I witness, can’t believe I am here in Nina’s bedroom on Monday morning watching her and her oldest female friend making love to each other.

 I’m so close I can sense the heat of their bodies as it rises and carries their mix of girl-scents, the story of their shampoo and shower times. But there is also their animal-sweetness, their femaleness, an olfactory presence not consciously perceived. It stirs something deep inside me, pierces my masculinity, a piquant erotic dart that stokes great need.

Nina’s mouth and lips kissing the length of Chloe’s body: first her breasts, each one in turn, then belly and down her abdomen. When she reaches Chloe’s pubic mound, she stops suddenly, as if something has spooked her. She looks up and sees me standing so close. For a moment she is like a someone waking from a dream. But just like someone still half-asleep, woken brusquely from their dreams, it is if she does not know me, is still not yet back in the room. For that split second she is completely puzzled at my presence. I see from how far away her rational brain is from her surroundings. I hardly register — and then she remembers and smiles and pushes back her hair from her eyes and then flicks the mass of it behind her shoulders as she carries on down to lick at Chloe’s cunt in long sensual passes.

While Nina attends between her legs, I take Chloe’s hand and place it on my cock. She opens her eyes with a start and turns and looks at what has settled in her palm. She stares questioningly, liquid confusion in her eyes. Then she smiles and looks back down at my cock and tugs tentatively, taking the foreskin way back. I move it towards her face, aiming its swollen bulk for her mouth. She opens wide like a chick for mama bird and guides me between her lips. Jeez!  Her tongue lays on the mother of all homecomings. She has a mouth created by God solely to suck cock. 

While Chloe’s lips and tongue slather my cock, both her hands find Nina’s scalp, fingers entwine in her silken strands. She controls Chloe’s every move by the subtlest of pressure with her fingertips while Nina gorges on her cunt, Chloe's head turns to the side and I fuck her mouth as if it is a cunt. Her lips subtly shape themselves to please me as I move in and out. 

Chloe's eyes are closed, lost to the world, her abdominal muscles begin to spasm as I reach out with both hands and take her nipples between my fingers and pinch hard.She explodes in a supernova of orgasm. I gag her with my cock,  muzzling her sounds. A deep growling moan reverberates in her throat. I control her head, keep it turned to the side even though I sense she wants to turn away. Her previously undulating hips buck convulsively, and her belly muscles go into full spasm. Nina keeps her head down and is not distracted by Chloe’s thighs as they enfold her, is not put off by Chloe’s finger that knot in her hair, entwine and jerk. 

Afterwards, Nina extricates herself from between Chloe’s legs and rest her head on her friend’s abdomen. Suddenly she opens her eyes wide like a small startled creature. It is a moment of realisation, of her understanding that I am now part of what they share. Momentarily, as her eyes meet mine, there is confusion bordering on disgust. But I don’t let Nina's dirty look put me off as I keep Chloe’s head firmly in my palms, determined her attention returns to my cock still in her mouth.

As Chloe sucks me, I continue to hold Nina’s gaze. Something in her demeanour softens, and she gets up and then sits on the edge of the bed and watches how Chloe sucks me.

 Chloe now takes her hands to my balls while she sucks on my cock and curls her tongue all about the raw end. Nina watches intently, the expressions on her face subtly betray her fascination at the sight of my cock as it repeatedly appears and vanishes between Chloe’s lips. 

I think it so disgustingly sweet to see her Nina's pretty face as she watches me have my cock sucked by her friend. Fuck, man: this is Nina, the girl I've known for years, my step-sister for fuck’s sake. I want to lean over and kiss her, shove my tongue between those puffy lips of hers, scour her pearly teeth, pink gums.

 But I don’t have the courage. Instead, I turn and look at Chloe and continue to cup the side of her head with both hands and let the piquancy of what is taking place lift me to a pitch of such excitement that I am no longer able to hold back. My cum explodes into Chloe’s mouth and she continues to suck and sucks, even though her mouth soon becomes full with my jizz. 

Then she discards my cock, actually pushes me away as if she quickly has to attend to some urgent task. She turns to Nina as if to simply kiss her but when their lips meet, Chloe lets the cum she has stored in her cheeks, like some lascivious hamster, dribble into Nina’s mouth.

I expect Nina to gag and splutter, but she doesn’t. She licks at Chloe’s lips while creamy clots dribble down onto her chin. Then the two of them are kissing and spreading my cum all over each other's lips, onto their cheeks, their noses, chins. The sight of it is too much for me. I sink down onto my knees and gawk like an inmate.

Already they’ve forgotten me. I no longer exist. Nina is licking Chloe all over, every inch. She eases herself and lies flat on Chloe so that they become head to tail. Nina’s arse points at Chloe’s head while her face looks down at Chloe’s cunt. And so in this sixty-nine position, they begin a mutual lapping, licking and sucking each other's pussies. Their sex-noises are almost animal. 

They are inexhaustible, neither tiring of the pleasure the other‘s body gives, yet neither are willing to give themselves over to orgasm — yet. How do they control themselves like that? 

  I stand up and continue to watch. I get real close and scrutinise Nina’s face as she licks Chloe, her nose almost in the crack of Chloe’s  arse. I see her tongue flickering and lapping, then her mouth right over Chloe’s twat, I see her tongue delve deep.

Hardly daring to, I tentatively touch Nina‘s right shoulder. She does not notice — or if she does, she does not object. Slowly I let my hand slide the length of her back. I expect my touch to distract her, but it doesn’t even register. So I let both hands roam her soft pale skin, slowly down to her buttocks, enjoying their curve and the sheer abundant softness of her. I look down and see Chloe with her eyes closed doing much the same at her end as Nina is doing to her at this end. 

My hand slides into the crack of Nina’s butt. It is a place where her softness becomes icky with perspiration between colliding soft, warm flesh. I’m impelled to lick her cheeks, taste the smooth silkiness of her skin. I let my tongue travel all along her crack, lapping the salty flesh while relishing who this person is: a girl I've known so many years, and who I now know so differently; a much fuller, complete knowing. As I lick Nina, she begins to cum, is soon writhing against Chloe. Her body convulses so much that I wonder if she might topple from off Chloe. And Chloe is shouting out too, now in the abandon of her orgasm. Their bodies twist and curl together while I continue to slurp between Nina’s buttocks, pushing my nose and lips into her flesh. The beauty of Nina's arse makes me hard again.

Nina tumbles from Chloe and lies exhausted by her side. Chloe reaches out and clamps my wrist with her fingers. I turn and look into her eyes and see her need and see how much she wants me to fuck her. For all their lezing-out, she still wants to be filled by a man‘s cock. 

And so with a graceful speed that surprises even me, I am between Chloe's legs. She takes my cock in her hand and guides me to where I can begin. She is expectant and oily, and I slip into her easily. I fuck her with long, ambitious strokes, driving deep until I meet that resistance way inside her. She pulls her knees way back, up so very high; her arse becomes a tight hairpin-bend, her soft, delicate skin stretching over the convex of her buttocks, with which my balls collide on each thrust I make. 

While I fuck her, Chloe turns her head and faces Nina and says in a hoarse, gagging voice, “Shit, Nin, you never told me Ryan had such a big cock.”

And the two girls kiss like hungry beasts while I continue to hammer my hips into Chloe’s softness. I become an automaton: a woman-pleasing-fuck-machine

I keep repeating to myself that no matter how hard I fuck her I’m not going to cum. My earlier ejaculation means I can go on for hours if I chooseTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.