by CELENE CAREY
He pulls off my cock and slowly licks it from the base all the way to the shine tip. He again engulfs my cock and takes it down to the base, while he fondles my balls. I feel them tighten at this touch, my cock twitching in his mouth and my orgasm builds towards eruption. He must sense this and abruptly pulls off my shaft and out of my hole.
He pulls Lydia off of his cock and the two of them share a passionate kiss at the height of my waist. A drip of my pre-cum has formed at the end of my cockhead and they share it between their tongues, swapping it into each other’s mouth.
His pause in action has caused my orgasm to subside and I can feel myself regain a moment of composure. Mr. Rogers look up at me and winks tauntingly. He has sensed my momentary relief and is going back for more.
Mr. Rogers and Lydia each lick up and down the veiny length of my shaft. He then shoves it down his narrow throat, while she sloppily licks my balls, having both balls in her mouth at once and sucking on them roughly and pulling as if trying to extract milk.
He fits three fingers forcefully down her throat and she licks them greedily. He guides her head up to my shaft as she gasp for breath, still breathless, she drives her face all the way down, sucks it down inch by inch. She has never sucked my cock so aggressive before, so passionate, so dirty, my cock harden as tough as steel against the soft inside depths of her throat. Mr. Rogers inserts all three fingers into my hole and I feel it stretching to accommodate the girth. It burns and I love it, I shove my cock further into my wife’s throat and she gags, water dripping from the corner side of her eyes.
He realizes she’s gagging and pushes her head further down on my cock and she gags with spit, she loves it and recovers quickly. My breathing comes in sharp ins and outs, as I can’t believe all that is happening to me. Mr. Rogers sucks on two of Lydia’s fingers and then guides her to my hole too. I wince at the anticipation of pain and feel my hole fully stretched with five fingers inside me. He takes my balls in his mouth and begins gently sucking on them. The pain from their intrusion quickly subsides from the sensation of having two mouths all over my cock and balls. I let out a grunt of pleasure and say two words out loud that I’ve never stated before, “Fuck me!”
CHAPTER 8
Mr. Rogers nods towards Lydia and she goes into the bathroom. He positions me on all fours on top of the bed and grabs a bottle of lube strategically placed on the bedside table. I hear a popping sound as he opens it up then feel the slippery smears of lube all over my anus. He lubes up his cock too then return to slowly lubing my hole as if massaging it, occasionally dipping his thumb into my hole. He rubs my cheeks and slaps each one firmly. My body shudders in anticipation of what’s to come. I’ve never been fucked in the ass before. Never been fucked by a man before. My whole body is in shivering thrills.
Lydia leaves us and goes to the bathroom. We are alone and he bites me on my ass as I anticipate him inserting his cock into me. I left the warm moist of his tongue lapping slowly at the centre of my hole and some swift flicks around. He roughly sucks on the bridge between my asshole and balls and my eyes roll over into the back of my head as I moan from his beautiful thick tonguing pleasures.
Lydia comes out of the bathroom and is now wearing a black harness with her black shiny dildo in place. OMG! Two cocks!
CHAPTER 9
This is crazy, I’m a virgin. Not two cocks.
I’ve never seen this harness before, but it turns me on so much. I love the sight of her stunning feminine body adorned with a large cock protruding at the front of it gives. She comes on top of the bed and shoves the dildo towards my face. I begin to lick it up and down, wetting it with my tongue and she moans at the phantom sensation. She grabs into my hair and treats me like a bitch.
Mr. Rogers lines his cock up to my ass and I can feel its thick width and heavy hardened meat waiting to push inside of me. He’s definitely thicker than me and it’s a bit of a struggle to get inside of me. I thought he might go slowly, but this alpha billionaire is used to getting his own way. He pushes in an inch, pulls out, pushes in another inch, pulls out, and repeats this long dicking motion inside of me. I feel his pubes graze my ass and know that he’s now completely inside of me. Way pass my prostate and into never before ventured territory.
The sensation spreading throughout my body nooks my toes in a tight curling bunch. I can almost feel the pulse of his cock beating all over me now. There’s some pain, but it’s far outdone by the pure sensation of pleasure that is dispersing. He picks up the pace of his thrusts and grips me hips tightly with his powerful hands. I feel his stomach on my back, as he leans forward and I hear the sounds of Lydia and him kissing above me.
They break their kiss and Lydia removes her dildo from my face and positions herself underneath me. The harness still gives me access and I sink my cock deep inside of her and feel the synapses of my brain ignite. Something clicks inside of my brain and I realize that this is what I’ve always wanted. I thrust inside of Lydia in sync with Mr. Rogers’ fucking my asshole deep and sweet.
I quietly moan, while he loudly grunts. I can feel the sweat whipping off his body with each thrust, while I barely perspire at all. Lying beneath me, Lydia has the look of pure ecstasy spread across her twisting face. We all pant, grunt, and moan in a symphony of sexual noises, fucking each other.
I feel the length of Mr. Roger’s cock being withdrawn from deep inside me, I groan in disappointed, as he continues to pull everything out and I feel a large emptiness inside of me. Before I can register it, Lydia has spun me onto my back and is now riding on top of me. I love the sight of her dildo bouncing up and down slapping my stomach as she rides my cock. Mr. Rogers leans her forward and joins me in her pussy. We double penetrate her and the friction from his cock against mine is simply indescribable surrounded by her warm hole. He fingers my hole, while looking deep into my eyes, as we share in my wife. I’m eager to coat her insides with a mix of our juices and reach out longingly for him. He pushes my hand down with a strong force holding me in place.
He brushes a few wisps of hair from Lydia’s ear, whispers in it and she nods in agreement.
Mr. Rogers pulls out and I immediately miss the feel of his cock against mine. He spits on Lydia’s hole, and without hesitation inserts himself inside of her tight ass. I was expecting at least a yelp of pain from her, but she doesn’t miss a beat. She continues to ride me, while she takes likely all of him inside of her. Both of her holes being fucked as she rides. I’m surprised and delighted at the talents of my horny wife.
Mr. Rogers roughly asks, “Do you like this big cock? Sure feels like I’ve entered virgin territory.”
Indeed, it is. I had never thought to even explore anal sex with Lydia. Here she is clearly enjoying being taken by both Mr. Rogers and I. She leans forward and kisses me and then leans back to kiss him. We both continue to thrust into her with all our might. Lydia’s entire body has turned flush with color and I know that she is beyond enjoyment, she’s about to cum. She shudders and yelps and twists and begs and writhes on both cocks as her whole body shakes terribly and powerfully as she cums. The biggest spasm I had ever witness from her during an orgasm. Her pussy gushes gallons of her juices thickly coating my cock that was still inside her and oh shit, it makes me want to fucking cum right now!
“Oh . . . my . . . fucking . . . god!!!” I grunt.
For the umpteenth time, I feel my orgasm rising and it’s interrupted by Mr. Rogers’ touch. He lifts Lydia up and she hovers above both of our engorged large cocks. I can feel myself mere seconds away from an orgasm. I stroke Lydia’s dildo, as it dangles in the air.
With strength far surpassing my own, he manages to hold Lydia in place with one arm, while he strokes our cocks together with the hand of his other. He slowly slides Lydia down and we insert ourselves in her newly stretched hole. I have to smack the bed beside me and grip into the sheets hard, the pleasure is simply too intense. I have never fucked something so tight before and the sensation is too much for me.
Mr. Rogers guides me to slow down our thrusts and I see a look of pure animalistic lust spread across Lydia’s face.
She commands, “Fuck me harder!
Mr. Rogers asks, “You want my cum, slut?”
She responds by turning her head and kissing him hard and her horny tongue licking at his lips. He slowly begins to pick up his thrusts and I do too. Lydia fondles her breasts and I play with both her clit and dildo. Our cocks rub against each other inside of her and Mr. Rogers breaks his kiss with Lydia and leans her forward on top of me. Lydia and I intensely kiss, as Mr. Rogers and I fuck her even harder. Her asshole reddens.
I feel his cock leave her inside and I open my eyes and watch as he strokes it once, then twice, and on the third time he unleashes a long spurt of hot cum. The first shot lands on my cheek, the second on her shoulder, and the third on the bottom of her back. Lydia licks up his semen off my cheek and shares it with me. His taste and him powerfully defacing of my wife has completely sent me over the edge of no return.
I fuck into Lydia a few more times and then Mr. Rogers removes me from inside of her and shoves two fingers inside my hole. He takes the length of my cock down his throat. I thrust deep inside of him and unleash four powerful shots. With each shot, he expertly swallows my load and doesn’t leak out a drip of my semen.
I lay defeated as Lydia moves down towards my cock and licks up the remnants of semen along my shaft. Mr. Rogers and her entangle their bodies below me and begin to kiss and fondle each other.
I look up at the ceiling in a moment of disbelief as to what has just occurred. A wide smile spreads across my face and I bask in the moment. My whole body glistening in sweat as I pant hard.
I hear my wife coo to Mr. Rogers,
“We must do this again some time.”
BOOK 62
TOO BIG TO FIT, MASSIVE SIZE MEN STRETCHED ME
Taken Unprotected and Filled Bare
Fetishes of a Woman's Hidden Desire Book 1
Tanya Carr
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SEDUCED TO RIDE 14 INCHES OF PLEASURE – EXCERPT
“Ok, here’s the deal, if you show me, I’ll let you push it in my warm pussy. But in the car, not here.”
She felt his bulge lifted, swelled, hardened right in her hand. She smiled.
“You’re really very horny huh?” She asked.
Nicholas let go of her hand and she crept the zipper open all the way down. She shoved her hand through the zipper, the teeth grating against her fingers and the back of hand as she stuck it through and into his underpants, anxious to feel what he really had. He held her hand again.
"You better make sure you carry out your end of the deal."
Stacia fanned his hand off, hurrying to feel inside his boxers and said,
"I’m serious. Gonna give you all you want. Promise."
And the thought of losing the bet and having him fuck her in the car made her pussy moist. His cock was gigantic but she was curious about how pleasurable it would feel stretching inside her.
Nicholas smiled again and tried kissing her with the scent of vodka strong on his breath. She ditched his kiss.
His horny face, liquor breath, woozy movement and his face only a tongue flick away from hers, all made something jump in her pussy. There was a tiny vibration.
He held on to her hand and kissed her full on, lip-on-lip. Tongue to tongue. They got lost in kissing each other. He gradually softened the hold on her hand. She felt his cock straining against his boxers. Her hand went around the mid-stem of his naked cock and it felt like she was holding on to a Heineken bottle. She snapped her face away from him.
"Good God of heavens!” She looked down at it. “No way!” Stacia looked back up at him, her face befuddled and her forehead twisted with waves of wrinkles. “Where in me are you going to put that? I don’t have any room inside me to fit something that large. It’s too big!”
She looked down again, triple-checking to see if it was real. She reeled it out entirely and pushed her small fist down to the root of his big pink stiffness. The length that hung out his zipper and beyond her fist was at least another eight inches. His cock had angry veins ripping everywhere around it. The mushroom shaped head was swollen wide and stiff until it had a sheen. Pre-cum already wetted at the tip. His cock was slowly expanding even wider and thicker and climbing up through mid-air in his zipper towards his navel.
"No, s-serious, stop smiling Nicholas. Where you gonna put that? Can’t be inside me. I’m too small, that’s gonna stretch me beyond— I’m gonna scream, I can’t—" Her eyes balled out wide. She shook her head right and left, right and left as she said, “I’m not having sex, not with you or that, I swear to God. I’m not.”
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Table of Content
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 1
Was it real tears?
I brought my face closer to his. The tears were steady-streaming from the corner of his eyes down his chiseled cheek. A black light stubble of hair was re-growing around his dark chocolate chin, the light soft stubble broadly coated over his jaws and around his thick cherry lips.
I didn't know what to say. I felt like crying too. I couldn’t look at him crying. I went back around and hugged him from behind, resting my head on his broad muscle-sculpted back. Oh God, I felt it for him.
"I’m so sorry, Nicholas. It’s gonna be alright."
I felt a soft wind seeped through my thin tights against my naked pussy. He dipped in his top pocket for a cigarette, plugged it in his mouth and searched his close-fitting pants pocket for his lighter, they fitted snug around his thighs. I took the cancer stick out his mouth.
"No. Don't." I muttered from behind him, the length of my body still rested against the length of his muscular back as I reached around and brushed the unlit cigarette from between his lips. It fell to the concrete pavement.
He looked to the side, trying to see me behind him from the corner of his eyes. He smelled like inside a club, a high mix of expensive cologne and cigarette and alcohol. He tilted his head downward to see in my face but didn't see it that well. He shuffled his feet in the tight space between us to turn around. I hugged my arms around his chest. Held him close. He hugged back but with a lacking of the power he usually has in his large arms. I rested my head on his heartbeat. His breathing was quiet.
"Don’t worry, Nicholas. I’m here for you, you know that.”
I stroked his black curly hair, it felt a bit stiff and prickly. I slid my fingers through as I stared on the cigarette that fell on Leony's grave surrounded by countless more concrete graves.
The place smelt like dirt, cement and garbage mixed with a weird raw sea scent. That instance, I saw a dog running by going up and over some graves and around some, occasionally stopping to sniff for food. I jumped a bit. Not from seei
ng the dog but from Nicholas's lips. He kissed my neck, a small, light kiss, then spoke.
"So many girls I can have. But you Stacia,” he gazed into my blue eyes, “from high school days, you were never just a girl I wanted to get. I’d always want you to be mine.” I squeezed him tighter. He paused for three seconds, just staring in oblivion. I could see that his mind was slipping deeper into thoughts, then he spoke again.
“I know we should have had sex already, but you know it still haunts me.”
“I’m sure I’m able to manage Nicholas, but no fuss, it is whenever you are ready.”
“Are you ready?”
“Well I’m not a virgin, but . . .”
I swallowed. Every time I considered taking his big black overgrown cock it made me worry. I’ve had sex many times before to be honest, a lot times than he thinks that I have actually done and with more guys than he thinks I have done with, but none of them were ever black or could ever compare to Nicholas. He was one in a million, if all that was said about his package was true.