My Friend's Wife, Part 1 - The Intimate Hug - Sex Stories

My Friend's Wife, Part 1 - The Intimate Hug

... fingers, it got juicier and wetter. She wasn’t lying, she hadn’t had a man in a long time, otherwise she wouldn’t be reacting this way, like a virgin. She was horny and hungry and I was going to be her meal as she was going to be mine. I stuck my tongue inside her pussy and flicked it all over licking the walls. She cried out “oh god, oh god, oh god….yeaaaah”. She shuddered and came in my mouth. Her juices covered my lips and my tongue, I kept trying to lap it up, but she stopped me. Her legs jerked in orgasm. I kissed her thighs and her pussy and each time she jerked. She was sensitive now. She put her hand on her forehead, I kept on kissing her privates. “What are you doing to me?” “I’m enjoying you,” I replied. I moved on up and kissed her with her sex and juices coating my lips. I thought she’d be disgusted and pull back or block her lips, but she didn’t. I French kissed her, my tongue probing all the way into her mouth. I took off her top only to reveal a matching bra that went along with her white and black undies. Her breasts were something, like softballs. It was hard to imagine Paul not having his way with these lovely twins. She helped unclasp her bra and we both took it off. My hands moved up and cupped her tits. Massaging her breasts and tweaking her nipples. She ooooh’d and ahhhh’d. “Do you like it whore?” “Don’t call me that?”, She responded “You are a fucking whore, and I’m going to fuck your brains out like the slut you are.” I stated. She pushed me back, but ...

... I saw her nipples go erect. Some part of her was liking the dirty talk. I moved on top of her and pinned her down with my hands and full body weight. She tried to fight back but I kissed her deep and she melted. I kissed her neck, bit her shoulders and finally ventured down to her tits. Grabbing them with my hands I m*****ed them. I tweaked, bit, sucked with all my might. She squirmed under me. She started scratching and clawing me. I could feel the warm lines penetrating on my back. Her nails were going in deep. The more she scratched the more I sucked hard on her breasts. She groaned and moaned. “Are you ready for my cock you bitch?” “I told you not to call me that?” “You are such a slut, and I’m fucking Paul’s wife, my friend’s wife, just the thought of it makes me hard” She looked towards her sides not making eye contact with me anymore. I placed the tip of my cock near the entrance of her pussy, she was so wet that it would go in without any help. I teased her for a while, and her eyes went big to small to big again, making it back to looking at me again. “You bastard, fuck you.” She blurted out. “That’s what I’m going to to, but you have to beg for my cock, beg for it?” “You fucking bastard…….and then she whimpered…..Please give me your dick” “I can’t here you, you cunt, louder….” “Please give me your dick,” she shouted I plunged into her with all my might. She gave out a scream…..and looking at her it seemed like the oxygen had left the room. She held onto the pillows ...