by Raven Merlot
“Ohhh my God…” Connor moaned, loving the feeling of two pairs of cheating lips soaking his dick. “This is so much better, isn’t it? No cheating. No secrets. Just desire. Tell me what you want.”
“I want more,” Christa said, licking Connor’s balls furiously. She got so carried away with her horny tea bagging, she licked all the way down to his taint.
“Oh God, I want more. I want to feel you, Connor.”
“I want to feel you too. God, I love you both.”
“I love you too, Connor,” Stephanie said, now deepthroating Connor’s shaft—or at least three inches, which is all the poor dear could fit down her delicate mouth.
“Uhhh,” Connor said, shaking his head. “You’re turning me on so much with your tits hanging out, Steph. Take your bra off. I want to enjoy your titties.”
“Okay…”
“So does John. Right, John?”
John was looking pissed by now. All they had done thus far was take turns wetting their faces and drenching Connor’s “superior dick.” This wasn’t going exactly as he hoped. Yeah, it was “honest,” sort of, but John’s feelings were in the shitter. While Connor, meanwhile…
“Fuck,” Connor grumbled. “Lie on the bed, Stephanie. I want to fuck your big married titties.”
“Oh yeah,” Stephanie replied obediently.
Connor seemed to be soaking in—quite literally—all the best of John’s mistress and his wife. John had the short end of the stick, and a short dick, quite frankly. Even if the girls did give him some attention, they wouldn’t be able to use his dick the same way they were using Connor’s.
John began sighing in discomfort, hoping to get the girls’ attention. But Stephanie was already holding her married tits together, welcoming Connor onto her stomach. Connor’s dick was already sopping wet so he easily slid his cock into Stephanie’s cleavage, leaving her groaning like a good housewife whore.
“Oh God! You’re cock is so big.”
“Can you feel it?” Christa said, rubbing under Connor’s stomach.
“YES!” Stephanie cried. “Ohh shit, it feels so good…I already want to cum…”
“Mmmm, this is so fucking hot,” Christa said. “Let me unicorn this fucker.”
Christa slid over and positioned herself next to Stephanie, but lying on her stomach. She scooted over until she could easily fit Connor’s cockhead into her slobbering mouth. She caught Connor’s dick every time his head popped out, giving her the chance to taste both Connor and Stephanie’s flesh in the same stroke.
“Ohhh God!” Stephanie screamed. “Keep fucking me!”
Connor grunted, but managed to find her eyes just in time for another rough tittyfuck. “You like a big cock in between those married tits?”
“Yes…while my husband watches.”
“Watching his wife get fucked?”
“YES!”
“Watching his girlfriend suck a bigger dick?”
“Mmmmm!” Christa gagged, but then licked it to a frenzy. “Much bigger dick. A real man’s dick.”
“Well, shit,” John whined. “I’m just going to watch Star Trek. I mean I’m fucking not even needed here, apparently.”
“No! Come on, stay!” Christa said imploringly.
“Come on, honey,” Stephanie said with a smile, finding John’s eyes as she stared up backwards at him. “Doesn’t that turn you on? Watching a bigger man use my body?”
“Oh, yeah,” Christa said. “Much bigger man. Such a huge cock.”
“Well,” John said, grabbing his hair in frustration. “I was kind of hoping there would be more for me to do. Or at least…you know, some hot lesbian pussy eating.”
“That’s a great idea,” Connor said with a smile. “John, you’re my bro. We think alike!”
Connor snapped his hands and ordered Christa to stand up. “Hey, Christa. You come over here. You stand on the couch so John can watch me eat your pussy.”
“Okay…” she said, raising her skirt and dropping her pink panties.
“Yes. I want to taste your pussy again…” Connor said, moving his head into position so he could lick Christa’s clit while he tittyfucked Stephanie.
To Connor’s credit, he did manage to keep up the position for a few moments, even though it was a bit awkward. Still, the view for John was nothing short of amazing. John got to see Christa exposing her pussy, indeed, pulling back her clitoral hood and letting Connor lick it to sweet heaven. He watched in agony as Connor’s saliva and Christa’s pussy sauce dripped down to Stephanie’s nipples.
But John, always the drama queen, wasn’t digging the scene.
“This isn’t doing much for me, guys.”
“You’re right,” Connor agreed. “The angle is awkward. I want to taste Christa’s pussy up close and tight. Get on the floor, bitch.”
“Yes, cock master.”
“Do you guys really have to talk that way?” John asked, quite irritated, but helplessly watching as Christa fell to the floor and spread her legs. “It’s kind of sick.”
“Ohhhh yeah! Eat my pussy!” Christa moaned as Connor greedily licked her pussy juices like a starving man clinging to life.
Connor grunted and hummed as he ate Christa out, this time making both John and Stephanie a little jealous.
“Can you believe this?” John asked, hoping Stephanie was feeling unappreciated like him.
“Ohh God,” Stephanie said, a housewife in heat. “Look at his perfect ass, honey. I got to taste it.”
“What?”
John could barely react as Stephanie jumped into position like Connor’s obedient whore. She fell to her knees and began biting Connor’s perfectly tight ass.
“Big deal. So he’s muscular. So what?” John said.
“Ohhh God, I just want this man.”
“Uh huh. Why?”
“I’m in love with him,” Stephanie said honestly. For once, not fearing her husband’s reaction. “I’ll do anything for him. Anything…”
Stephanie took one last look at John before selling him out completely. She begin licking Connor’s asshole and searching desperately for his prostate with her tongue.
“Oh, you fucking whore!” John screamed.
Stephanie chanted affirmatively, still licking her god’s ass, still reveling in Connor’s reach around. He was so generous he even took the time to yank Stephanie’s hair while he continued devouring blond snatch.
“Ohhhh fuck!” Christa screamed. “You’re going to make me cum!”
“He’s not better than me, is he?” John asked sheepishly. “I thought you said I was the best.”
“Better!” Christa said, slapping her face to the ground in sheer orgasmic terror. “Ohhh fuck, he’s so much better. Ohh God, make my pussy cum. Cum…Make it cum in your mouth…”
Connor groaned loudly, even as Stephanie fingered his asshole and tongued his balls for good measure.
“This is the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen,” John snapped. “I thought you loved ME. But you whores obviously don’t understand what love means.”
“Ohhhh God!” Christa screamed, pounding the ground with her hands. “Shut the fuck up, John! And let me cum!”
John shook his head and pouted.
“Ahhhh!” Christa hollered, cumming so hard she began crotch-slapping Connor’s wet face.
“I’m jealous! I’m jealous!” Stephanie whined like a puppy.
“You want my cock?”
“Yeeees, please!” Stephanie begged.
“Beg for my cock.”
“Please! I want to feel your cock inside me!”
“Ask permission from your husband,” Connor said with a sly smile.
“Please, John!” Stephanie said, putting her hands together in respect. “I want to get fucked by a superior man. Please, I want to take his cock.”
“Keep begging.”
“I want to take his cock deep. Deeper than you could ever go, honey.”
“Good girl.”
“Please,” Step
hanie said, rushing over to John to kiss him on his face. “I want to fuck another man. A superior man. Please let him fuck me. I want his sperm.”
“Fuck you,” John said, too disturbed to even muster up a better reply.
“Thank you, honey!” Stephanie said, right before falling to the floor and opening her legs as slutty as possible.
Her hairy wife pussy was fully exposed. Connor’s cock was so hard he was red and hurting for it. He crawled on top of Stephanie and slowly guided his cock inside, making sure she felt every inch.
“Ohhhh yeah!” she squealed. “I want to feel all of it!”
“Does your husband fuck you like this?”
“No, sir! His cock doesn’t come…ah…anywhere as deep.”
“Tell him how you feel. Be honest.” Connor spoke with a deep voice as he penetrated her wet, steaming cunt, exploring new territory with every extra inch.
“I wish your cock was this big, honey.”
John stormed out of the room at that comment, until Connor laughed in regret.
“Okay, that was too far. We’re just joking around.”
“Come on, John!” Stephanie yelled after him. “We’re just having fun.”
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” Connor felt genuinely bad and decided to pull his dick out of Stephanie so he could go after John.
Connor, naked and dripping pussy everywhere, followed John into the bedroom.
“What’s wrong?” he said, staring at John with a look of apology.
“Get the fuck out of my room!” John screamed.
“I’m sorry. I was just trying to help.”
“You were trying to help?!” John shook his head in disbelief.
“Yeah. Be honest. Turn your wife into a lesbian slave? You know. Bro things.”
“That wasn’t a bro thing, bro. That was you fucking my wife and my girlfriend right in front of me. What am I supposed to do? Jack off?”
“No. You watch.”
“I watch?!”
“John…” Connor said, putting his hand on his best friend’s shoulder. “You got to act like a man. Don’t be a little boy. Be a man and give your wife what she wants. If you do, she rewards you later on. You get it now?”
“No, I don’t get it!” John said, his wounded eyes sending a clear message. You hurt me.
“I’m sorry,” Connor said with real emotion. “I took advantage of you. I hope you’ll forgive me. Both women were so sexy…so easy…you know you’d do the same thing if it was my wife and girlfriend. Right? Eh? Eh?”
John shrugged.
“But hey…come on, man. This is all going to work out for you.”
“How so?”
“I’ll show you. The best part is still to come. You’ll see. I guarantee you, by the time it’s over, you’re going to get everything you’ve ever wanted.”
“Promise?”
“Promise,” Connor said with a firm nod. “Girls, come in here. John is a good sport again.”
Stephanie and Christa came into the bedroom, eager to continue where they left off.
Stephanie hopped onto the bed and spread her legs, begging Connor to finish her off.
Connor entered her again, in clear view of John, this time grudge-fucking her hard and fast.
“YES! Oh God! Give me that cock, give me that cock!”
Connor fucked Stephanie deep, grabbing onto her bare tits to balance himself. Christa decided to sit on the bed and spread her legs as well, patiently waiting for his master to claim her pussy too.
“You wait your turn,” Connor said eyeing Christa but still fucking the piss out of Stephanie.
“Yeees,” Christa begged. “Waiting so patiently. I’ll do anything for you. I love you.”
“I love you too!” Stephanie said, just on the brink of orgasming all over Connor’s rigorous shaft.
“Cum on my cock,” Connor demanded, squeezing Stephanie’s nipples hard, right at the peak of ecstasy.
“YES!” Stephanie roared, “Give me your cum!”
“NO,” Connor corrected. You give me your cum.”
“YEEES!” Stephanie moaned, her writhing body bouncing against the bed. She came all over his cock, drenching him in her married pussy juices, just the way he knew she would, from the very first moment their eyes met.
But Connor’s cock was still going strong. He pulled out of Stephanie’s tight snatch and helped himself to Christa’s thicker lips and looser trim. His wet cock was still smothered in Stephanie juices, but it just made it that much easier to slide into this other steamy snatch.
“Yeah…fuck my cunt harder!” Christa barked, yapping and yipping while Connor stuffed her pussy full of his still throbbing shaft.
“Yeah, take that dick!” Connor said, slamming into Christa twice as hard and recklessly as he did her superior.
“Ohh shit!” she said, grasping her hair. “I’m already going to cum!”
“Cum in her,” Stephanie said, nodding, as she cupped Connor’s balls.
“We have to get John’s permission first, don’t we?” Connor said. He was definitely weakening. Fucking the hell out of two perfect pussies was taking its toll, even on a giant invincible bull cock like his.
“No,” John said matter-of-factly. “Christa’s not on birth control.”
“You saying you don’t want me to cum inside Christa?” Connor asked, making eye contact with John.
“NO. Don’t. We have to be safe.”
“Ask me,” Connor said, fucking Christa harder, and ready to pop a load out.
“Connor, I’m asking you not to. Don’t cum inside.”
“Beg me. John. Beg me not to cum.”
John flinched. He looked down at Stephanie and Christa. Their faces seemed empty. They were both loving the feeling of a superior cock inside of them and barely seemed to notice he existed.
But just then, as he was this close to losing all hope, Christa turned to John and spoke softly. “No. Don’t cum inside me. John…doesn’t want it. And I’m still in love with John.”
John perked up, impressed that Christa spoke that fondly of him and from the heart. The fact that Connor was mad fucking her spasming pussy, of course, was beside the point.
Connor inhaled hard and deep, ready to shoot a load. But he did make that promise. Just for John, all for him, he honored the request. He pulled his throbbing shaft out of Christa and pointed it upwards.