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THE PICNIC
Date: 2/9/2017, Categories: First Time Mature Taboo Author: brianbigdogsmith
... have fed me, at least, a quarter of a cup of sperm!" "Doesn't Ted?" I asked, still trying to catch my breath as I rolled onto my back. "No," she stated matter-of-factly, squeezing my spent dick and then licking the large drop of cum, she'd produced, from off its opening, "he's always been a dribbler. You, big b*****r, are definitely a squirter!" Scooting up the bed now, Ellen lay beside me and d****d both her arm and a curvy leg over me as she said, "Hold me now Danny, okay?" Turning to her, I took her naked body in my arms and she lay her head on my pillow and I could smell the odor of my sperm on her breath as I held her close to me and we panted into each other's faces. God help me, s****r or not, at that moment I totally loved this woman with all of my being and I kissed her hard and passionately to show her, tasting my own cum inside her mouth as, I'm sure, she tasted hers in mine. The combined flavors creating a savory, sexual elixir for us both to share. Seemingly exhausted, we just lay there, warm and cozy, holding each other in the hotel bed for a long period of time. I may have even drifted off to sl**p a few times but I have no idea if I did or for how long. All I know is that, each time I came awake, I was still holding the curvy, warm, naked body of my s****r close in my arms and my cock was still hard and compressed between us. Drifting off again, I dreamed that I was back with Shelly and that we were at home, in our bed ...
... and about to have intercourse and she was looking up at me and smiling as I penetrated her. But then it wasn't my wife's face I was looking down at... it was my s****r's face and she wasn't thirty-five, she was fifteen again. It was so real that I could distinctly feel myself mounting her as she lay on her back and I crawled between her warm, spread thighs, in my old bedroom at home, and worked the burning head of my cock into the wet, heated, forbidden pocket of her sex. "Danny," Ellen said now, close in my ear. But it wasn't a dream because it seemed to awaken me and, as I came fully aware, I found that I really WAS on top of my s****r, between her splayed legs and I WAS working the head of my rigid cock into her sexual opening. Realizing what I was actually about to do caused my cock, pushing against the slick, inner lips at the restrictive opening of Ellen's pussy, to go a full stage harder. "Do you think we should do this?" she asked in my ear and I lifted my head from beside hers and looked down into her beautiful face with its uncertain expression. "I don't know," I whispered, "Do you want to?" "Isn't it cheating? On Ted and on Shelly?" "Yes," I admitted, "but they're not here, are they?" "No, they're not." "Not only that, s*s," I warned, "but we'll be committing i****t, which is not only considered immoral and a mortal sin, it's also i*****l in just about every state in the union, including (I ...