Fang of Control - chapter 5 - Sex Stories

Fang of Control - chapter 5

... taking her bra off as I thrust into her from behind. Her pussy was tight for a married woman around 40, and the wet heat I felt on my cock did the last bit it took to max out my lust. I pushed her down onto the quilt and stuffed her pussy from behind over and over.

I fucked her non-stop until I had pumped at least four loads of sperm deep into her womb. I remembered getting to the bedroom and stripping at 11:40pm, but the clock showed 2:03 as I got off for the last time of the night. I’m not sure how many times she came, but more than I did. Before the fang, there’s no way I would have known her fertile condition, had the courage to approach her if I did, or been able to go more than twice.

After my final climax, I fell asleep almost immediately, listening to her praise me. “Oh my gawd! I can’t believe how great that was! I love you! In twenty years, my husband never gave me an orgasm, but you did so many…”

I woke up early in the morning with a mouth on my penis, but I had a more important matter to attend to. I jumped up shouting, “PEE! I gotta pee! Where’s the bathroom?” She pointed and I ran to the toilet.

She watched me piss and lustfully said, “We need a shower. Or do you want to get even dirtier first?”

I bent her over the bathroom sink and dirtied her hot cunt with two more loads before washing her in the shower. I hadn’t planned to, but fucked her a final time in bed before I dozed off again.

In the morning I felt warm sunlight through the window and ...

... woke feeling great. The dread of winter had gone. I smelled food and felt a little hungry. I dressed and followed the scent of pancakes. I saw my most recent lover and a young woman in the kitchen. There was a plate of pancakes and eggs waiting for me.

In addition to the food, I noticed Canadian maple syrup, faint cigarette smoke, the bodily aromas of the two women, and a faint trace of perfume that didn’t match either of theirs. I had a strong desire to screw the older one again, since she’d be releasing an egg today or tomorrow. The younger one smelled nice but had just finished her period. I knew she wouldn’t be fertile for at least a week or so. I also wondered how I could tell the syrup was from Canada, but I was certain it was.

“Marie, this is … uh …” The older lady blushed fiercely. “Um … what’s your name?”

“I’m Ron. What’s yours?”

“I’m Bernice.” She turned back toward her daughter. “Ron and I had a great time last night, so I’m not upset about your dad anymore.”

Marie choked down a mouthful of pancakes and angrily declared, “I’m still PISSED! I thought she was my friend! How could you be over him so soon? Dad only left two days ago!”

Bernice blushed even more as she suggested, “Maybe Ron could get your mind off it? He’s really great in bed. Even more than I can handle!”

“Eeew! Mom! He’s old, and he just fucked you!”

I took the fang necklace out of my shirt. I looked in her eyes and asked, “Are you sure?”

“Well, um … maybe.” The color of her ...