The Thin End of the Wedge - Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

The Thin End of the Wedge - Pt. 01

... her.

"Aaaaaaah George! Oh God. Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuk.", she screamed as his thick cock powered into her.

She always gasped as Tom penetrated her, she'd learned quite early on that men like to think their cock delivers instant pleasure, but this time there was no need to fake it. George's cock stretched her and made her feel so full. Then he started his thrusts.

"Take it Sally!", he grunted, as he made powerful thrusts that pushed her against the pillows and headboard. Her breasts, which always sagged sideways when she was lying down, jiggled with each thrust. The climb to orgasm, which had faded slightly in the few seconds as they changed position, restarted and Sally began to feel the tingling in her thighs, and the warm flush on her upper chest that signalled it was close. A voice cut in on the pair, it was Tom.

"Is it good Sally? Are you enjoying George's cock?"

Sally, her eyes locked onto George's, and with her hands on his hairy chest encouraging his movements, knew she was probably grinning inanely at this point, but perhaps Tom couldn't see that from his chair.

"Of course it's good, Tom. Uuuugh. Oh yes George, more like that... Of course I'm enjoying George's fat cock."

There was silence for a couple of minutes, disturbed only by Sally and George's grunts, sighs, and the sound of flesh slapping together at the end of each thrust. Then Tom spoke again.

"Tell her she's a whore, George. Tell her she's a slut."

Sally saw that George, who seemed to ...

... be concentrating hard on his strokes, was mildly irritated by Tom's distracting comments. But she also guessed he was worried that Tom might stop this carnal adventure if he wasn't happy. She wasn't surprised when George bent a little closer to her face, thrust a couple of times with more aggression, and growled.

"You're a fucking whore, Sally. You're a slut. Do you open your legs for anybody?"

Sally found it hard to concentrate on her reply to that question, she was close to cumming now, but managed...

"Yes George, I'm a slut. I open my legs for everybody. I'm your slut now. So fuck me. Harder. Harder!"

He obliged and this tipped her over the edge.

"I'm cumming George. You're making me cum on your cock! Aaah! God! Aaaaaaah!!"

He thrust in hard, then held it there, as Sally thrashed about, her legs jerking and twitching over her head and her hands grasping and pulling at the bedclothes. Her feet tapped against the headboard with her convulsions and her toes curled. George, who up to this point had not kissed Sally, dropped forwards and covered her mouth with his, pushing his tongue deep into her warmth. Their tongues entwined as they passionately snogged like teenagers.

Sally clutched at George, reluctant to let him go. With Tom this would be the end of the lovemaking but she wanted more. She could feel that George's cock was still hard within her. Might there be more of this pleasure? Breaking from the kiss George released her legs, pulled out, and - to ...