Independence Day, Part Two - Sex Stories

Independence Day, Part Two

... first girl to ever taste him, to drain his swollen balls. While his friend watched and masturbated beside him. He’d remember this night forever. Never had she felt this in control. Even though she was acting like some kind of slut, she’d never felt more respected. Appreciated and beloved. “Do you think I’m a nice girl, Josh?” She stuck out her tongue, tickling the smooth head of his dick with the very tip of it. “Do you want me to suck your cock?” “Y-yes.” Planting her hands on his thighs, she bent down and dragged her tongue over the niche between his balls, feeling them separate in her movement. Flattening her tongue, she met the root of his cock, following the strong muscled shaft to the crested head yet again. His pelvis rose under the ministrations of her mouth. He looked down at her at the same time she looked up at him, his eyes heavy. “Like that?” she asked. “Yes.” The word was annunciated perfectly, his mouth parted just a millimeter as he watched her. “Grab her head. Show her what you want. Fuck her mouth. She wants you to.” Steve’s voice penetrated their sexual bubble. She teased the underside of Josh’s head, watching for a response. “No,” the boy answered, eyes on Daphne. Buoyed by the respect in his gaze, she grasped his thickness, aimed his cock straight up, and opened her mouth. Tongue first, she engulfed his cock. Past the ridged head and further, inch by inch. When he hit the back of her throat, she pulled back. Closed her lips around him, met his eyes again, ...

... and lapped at the bottom of his cock. “Fuck.” The whispered word, combined with the twitch of his cock and the heaviness of his eyelids, set her off. She pushed down on him as far as she could, gagging as she pulled back. Her saliva sliming his cock, she wrapped one hand around his shaft, the other caressing his testicles. Swallowing, she licked the underside of his head, collecting the dollop of pre-cum she’d worked so hard for. “You like that?” She barely recognized her breathy voice. “Yeah. Thank you.” Steve laughed beside them. “ Thank you ?” A flush rose in Josh’s cheeks and Daphne tried not to giggle. Poor guy. “You’re welcome. Now come for me.” Plunging her head down on his cock, she gripped his shaft with her lips. Pulled back, moving her fist up and down his spit greased dick. “That’s it, sweetheart. Suck that cock.” Steve’s voice was strained beside them. “Show him what a man he is.” Her lips tingling, she moved faster, bobbing on Josh’s dick like it would give her her last breath. As if making him orgasm was the pinnacle of her life. Of his. The reason they existed. “I’m gonna come,” Josh whispered. His fingers combed through her messy hair, his expression of love, lust, and adoration making her work even harder. Josh groaned. Head tilted back, his hips raised, pushing his cock deeper as warm streams of thick, salty come erupted in her mouth. Daphne pulled back, giving herself more room to collect his sperm as she continued to pump his thumping cock. She swallowed ...