The Depths of Lust Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

The Depths of Lust Ch. 02

... throbbing flesh, gristly, veiny, with what felt like some kind of giant mole on the top side.

He grunted as he bottomed out as far as he could and I gasped to match him, the balled fist he called a cock needed every bit of my moisture or I would have torn and been useless for anyone to follow, though I recon they would have. At shove number five I felt myself drooling a little as the wall of his fleshy belly smashed my arse like it was going to tip it up onto the table. His hands were sweating and he started losing his grip, to make up for it, he plowed forward harder and the whole table tennis table scooted forwards with a screech.

'Holy shit she is wet and tight!' he exclaimed grunting excitedly.

At shove number seven I felt a cock shoved into my left hand and my right dragged off the table, rotated and fed up a hairy pussy. I do consider myself to be quite dexterous but patting your head, drawing circles on your stomach can be difficult to achieve when someone's cock is thick enough to press your vagina's passage hard enough to make it feel like you might be taking a shit at the same time.

So I did my best, trying to remember to stroke the cock in my left hand hand and to crook my fingers on the other hand to wiggle them inside which ever cunt they were stuck in but by the ninth shove from the now wheezing and gasping man behind me, he really had the full portion of my attention.

He was just slamming hard and slow, grinding as deep as he could at the end ...

... of each stroke, the little squeak of the table legs drowned out by the yelling in my brain, 'don't you fucking stop you fat mother fucker! I need to cum!' but I held my tongue right up till that twelfth jack hammer.

He was supposed to pull out but we all knew that wasn't going to happen, I didn't want it to happen. When I felt the already over-thickened cock swelled, I slammed my arse back as hard as I could, I wanted just one more inch, deep as he could manage. I felt a fresh three quarter inch stretch me just as he blew a watery teaspoon of goop up my cunny.

He roared, his voice hiding my moan of disappointment, some of his spit landed on my shoulder blades, he might have blacked out as I felt someone quickly step up behind him to make sure his rocking and twitching form didn't fall backwards.

I heard another woman's voice and the brush of a dress touching my ankles as whoever it was lead his shaking form away to one of the home theater couches, she commented as she left, 'Jesus Marlon, if I had known you were packing that kinda tool under your belly I would be around to ruin you every other week.'

I knew that voice, it was Carol for sure, a lively British late fifties something who had a twinkle and a wise word for those who stopped in at her Tudor replica home for a cup of tea. That she was here surprised me, the reason was to come later and come later with her I would.

Marlon's load was minor but even so I could sense Miranda shaking her head and hear her ...