The Battered Lamp Chapter Five: The Appetite of the Succubus - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Five: The Appetite of the Succubus

... thrust his cock deeper inside her. She rocked on him, her tits sliding across his chest as she writhed. “Fuck, Aaliyah! Jesus, that's good!” “How about when I do this?” She added a roll to her hips, a sexy twist that sent his cock nudging new parts inside her. “Holy shit! Keep doing that! I love it!” “Do you love me?” his wife asked. “Yes, yes!” he moaned. “I love you!” She rose up, her round breasts topped with dark nipples that jiggled and bounced as she rode him. Christy's bedsprings creaked, the bed rocking. Christy rolled over and fear spiked through Kyle. Shit. Aaliyah's power didn't work! Kyle braced himself for his girlfriend's eruption. Instead, she hugged him, her small breasts rubbing against his chest. She murmured something, laying her head on his chest, and seemed to fall back asleep. Kyle relaxed, kissed her forehead, and held his sleeping girlfriend as his wife rode his cock and moaned like a banshee. “Oh, Kyle! Your cock's driving me wild!” His right arm cradled Christy, so Kyle reached with his left and pinched Aaliyah's nipple. She gasped, bucking harder on him. “You like that?” he asked. “Oh, yes!” He pinched and pulled, her cunt tightening on his cock, then she yelled his name at the top of her lungs. Christy kept right on sleeping as the Genie screamed her passion, Aaliyah's cunt spasming about his cock as she climaxed, doing amazing things to his dick. Her chest heaved; her hips slowed. “Umm, that was wonderful, husband.” Kyle enjoyed her slow ...

... strokes. It was almost agony as her cunt rose up and down on his cock. The pleasure grew and grew; his hips twitched, then drove his cock upwards into her sheath as she came down. She gasped, her clit grinding into his groin. “Keep doing that and I'm going to flood your pussy,” Kyle grunted. She grinned, a sultry hunger burning in her dark eyes. He hugged Christy tighter, her warm body pressed against him, a hard, pink nipple topping a pale breast lying on his chest. He pinched it, and she shifted, squirming in her sleep. He could feel her pussy grow hot and damp, pressing against his hip. “Kyle,” Christy sighed, eyes rapidly moving beneath her eyelids. He grinned. She's having a sex dream about me. Her hips rubbed harder, smearing her tangy juices on his thigh. He could smell both women's arousal—Christy's tang and Aaliyah's spice. A flood of wetness smeared his hip and his girlfriend shuddered, cumming in her sleep. “Fuck!” Kyle groaned. his balls ready to burst. “Aaliyah!” He flooded her cunt, his entire body tensing as he flooded her depths. He gasped for air, pulling his wife down and kissing her lush lips. She slid to his left, never breaking their kiss, and curled up against him, sandwiching Kyle between both teens. He held them both, two of his four loves. The pleasure bled out of his body, leaving behind exhaustion. He closed his eyes and fell asleep. <p style="text-align: center;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Christy woke up, a warm body next to hers. Kyle's. She hugged ...