Breeding my Sister's Wife Ch. 07-08 - Sex Stories

Breeding my Sister's Wife Ch. 07-08

... started pumping her harder, watching the edge of her breasts jiggle with each thrust as she clung to her wife. Then back down to my shaft, completely disappearing in her ass. Part of me told myself that it wouldn't be that big of a deal if I just pulled her hips onto me, and came, cumming inside my sister. And it probably wouldn't have - they were loving and forgiving. But that's not why we were here. I pumped faster - I got as close as I could, Kate moaning, moaning my name into the pillow next to her wife's ear, and I was pushed completely over the edge.

I pulled out barely in time, ripped the condom off, and plunged into Alena's pussy as the orgasm took me. As soon as I was out of Kate's ass, she had moved, fast like a porn star getting into position for a facial, to give me optimal access to her wife. I shook and trembled and felt a whole body orgasm that I'd only had a few times in my life, seeing stars and just overwhelmed with the sensations of my body. I collapsed on top of Alena as my balls squeezed and my cock twitched, and Alena clung to me with her arms and legs, shudders going through her with each spurt of seed into her womb. Her cunt gripped onto me as hard as her arms had.

When time came back, Alena's arms relaxed slightly, and Kate, with a big ...

... smile, was kneeling next to us with a pillow in her hands. I shifted my hips up, Alena still wrapped around me with her legs, and Kate slid the pillow in, before I gently, gently pulled my cock from Alena, who still twitched and gasped with every moment. Kate shot me a big smile, hugged me, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and went between Alena's legs to give her one more orgasm with my seed in her. We had talked about me staying for this portion, but I told them I needed a little break and would step out. Kate looked up at me, a tiny bit of my cum and her wife's juices glistening on her chin, and asked "you good?"

"Of course!" I said with as hearty a smile as I could muster, because I didn't want to do anything to spoil their special moment - maybe the conception of their child - and I slipped out the door.

But the truth was - I wasn't really good. I was a swirl of emotions that I couldn't even begin to name, dancing over what felt like a deep pool of melancholy.

I told myself it can be normal to feel a bit down after an intense experience, went to the guest room to grab a blanket, and went downstairs to pour myself a whisky. I sat on their couch, wrapped in this blanket, the soft moans echoing from upstairs, and tried to figure out what was going on with me.