Who Played The Game Better - Sex Stories

Who Played The Game Better

... herself around. Holding his heavy cock in one hand she bent forward at the waist. Using the other hand she lifted her dress over her ass. My wife guided the head of his cock between her thighs and let out a long moan as she eased herself back and pushed its head into her pussy. She wiggled her ass making adjustments while this long thick shaft gave plenty of distance between her ass and the man it belonged to. Thick and hard with its head somewhere between my wife's folds I again cleared my throat. My wife slowly eased herself back almost halfway down his shaft and paused as its thickness filled her insides. She stayed there trying to adjust to the fullness inside her pussy. After several wiggles and small grinds in an almost mocking voice she said, "I'm almost positive this is it," then she eased forward withdrawing herself off of his cock until the head popped out. His cock was still pointing straight out, long thick and hard -- only now it was shining, covered in wetness from my wife's pussy. Her hole was still spread open from its size like it does only after I've been fucking her as hard as I can. My wife reached behind and grabbed his hips pushing down. His knees began to bend and he soon found himself on the floor. My wife took a couple steps backwards. Reaching out with her hand she quickly found his large cock standing straight up. She slowly started to squat. With her hand wrapped around his thick cock she guided the head between her pussy lips and into her ...

... slightly gaped hole. She wiggled and bounced in small movements trying to inch more and more of his cock into her pussy. Her pussy lips were spread wide grabbing tightly to the sides of his shaft. I could see the wetness coming from her folds start to coat his veiny length. As her pussy began to fill with the thickness of his cock pressing in, her voice exhaled softly in pleasure. Stretched wide and filled by his thick cock, her short strokes began to lengthen. She started saying over and over again, "I think this is it." In what I can only describe as slut-possessed, her pussy soon gave way, allowing every inch of his cock deep inside her. My wife's long strokes up and down began to pick up in pace. Her polite statements of, 'I think this is it,' were now being replaced with screams of ,"This is it!" over and over as her bouncing became furious. Everyone could hear the sounds of her wetness. Her pussy welcomed every thick inch to stretch and fill her. The beads of sweat began forming on her head and the fast long strokes became hard slapping pounds of her body meeting his. Her pounding soon gave way to fast moving hips grind back and forth with no sign of his massive cock anywhere but deep inside her. Within a few moments her screams of, "This is it" turned into, "Oh my god we are coming!" They let out loud grunting screams together as his hips bucked upward driving himself so deep into her pussy I could see its large head pressing against her belly from inside. Filling her up with ...