Jake Part XVIII - Creative Anachronism - Sex Stories

Jake Part XVIII - Creative Anachronism

... daughter’s lips and tongue sliding down and up his shaft, and then as he started to feel his pleasure rising, there was another shuffling. Petra’s lips pulled back and she was turning him, guiding him; in less than a second, she had him sliding deep into Marta’s pussy. She was warm and wet, offering almost no resistance at all as he slid home. Grabbing her hips where Kyle’s hands had been, Jake started slamming into her hard, slapping his hips against her ass again and again. It felt great to use her like this, and Jake poured all the annoyance and hate he had for her into fucking her, but it wasn’t quite enough. Fortunately, it was easy to get what he really wanted. Marta never knew the difference when Jake pulled her out of time; she was too busy getting fucked to realize how quiet the washroom had become. She didn’t realize it was Jake, and not Kyle, pounding into her; they were of similar size, and Jake drove just as hard as Kyle had been. Marta’s cunt squeezed tight, well-practiced muscles milking his dick, and she braced harder on the back of the toilet, shoving back to meet his thrusts. “Oh god yes,” she cried shamelessly, “fuck me harder! Fuck, fuck, fuck me!!” Jake groaned, pulling back on Marta’s hips harder as he felt himself nearing the edge. He bit back on a moan that might have identified him to her and kept hammering into her even as he started to cum, shoving his seed deep inside of her. He finally froze her again as he felt his orgasm subsiding, not ...

... wanting her to notice his pace slowing. The moment he did, Petra was on her knees again, pulling him out of Marta’s well-used cunt and sucking the last spurt out of him. “Mmm fuck, Pet, that feels good,” he said, stroking her hair. “Totally not what I had in mind, but damn.” Petra giggled, standing and kissing him. “What did you have in mind, then?” “Let me show you.” Kyle could barely believe his luck. He’d hoped this girl was down for a BJ or something, but holy shit, turns out she was a total slut! And good, too; her cunt gripped him like a glove, but she was wet enough and passive enough to let him fuck her like a cheap whore. He wondered if that indian girl with her was as loose; maybe he and Chet could get some foursome action going tonight. He could feel himself getting close, and wondered if this bitch would want him to jack it on her ass or if she’d turn around and take it across her face and tits like a good girl. Either way, he was about to blow a pretty substantial load on her. He moaned, shivering at the image of it as he kept slamming up into her. Another few seconds, and he’d find out… There was a strange speedbump feeling in his gut as he pulled back for another thrust, but he ignored it and slammed home anyway, gripping the slut’s hips and pulling her back against him hard. Fuck, she felt tight! And that was when the screaming started. He was three or four pumps in before he realized she wasn’t screaming from cumming, but from the pain. He was cumming himself, he ...