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

The Thin End of the Wedge - Pt. 01

... Sally's disappointment - seemed to be finished. But then he straddled her waist, took her breasts in hand, and wrapped them around his cock. He proceeded to have a titty fuck. His cock was drenched with her juices so slid easily between her soft breasts and the tip kept popping out near Sally's mouth.

"Lick it, Sally. Be the whore. Taste your cunny juice."

He pushed her soft tits into mounds and applied fingers to her nipples while he thrust. Each time the head of his cock emerged Sally flicked out her tongue to taste the secretions. She felt very dirty and then a shadow fell across them. Tom had abandoned his chair and stood with his phone by the side of the bed. He was holding it with that fingertip on each corner grip that signified he was probably filming, not taking photos. Sally looked up at the phone and smiled, then licked George's cock with several laps. George thrust for a dozen more times then pulled back, releasing Sally's tits. Again she thought it was over.

George took her hands and pulled her up off the pillows.

"Doggy.", he said.

It was not a request. His voice was firm, the shyness and hesitancy of George when he entered the house was gone, replaced by a tone that suggested he was confident that Tom would permit, and Sally would go along with, whatever he asked for. She shuffled around so that she was orientated across the bed, and adopted the pose, adding a little, inviting, wriggle with her bum for good measure. He knelt behind her and ...

... pushed his Viagra-hard cock deep into her cunt. Sally gasped, imagining him watching as his thick cock pushed her plump lips aside as it went in, and wondered what that actually looked like. Then she realised that Tom was still filming, so she might get her wish.

George grabbed at Sally's hips then made a small adjustment with his knees to get into the ideal thrusting position.

"You're a slut, Sally, get ready to moan. Get ready to wail. I want to hear you scream my name."

He then set off, slow at first, then with increasing pace. Using her hips as an anchor he was able to pull her towards himself as he thrust. Sally found herself grunting with each thrust, and decided to add moans if that was what George wanted. There was no need to fake them, his cock was stirring the flesh in her vagina more than she'd experienced for many a year, she just had to let herself go.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!... Oh God... God."

Her breasts were swinging under her with each movement and her nipples occasionally touched the eiderdown. Even her tummy was quivering with the impact of George's thrusts. Tom had moved around to film her from the front. 'What must I look like?', she mused. A moment's thought filled in the details. She would be red-faced, flushed and sweating, with her mouth hanging open and her eyes squeezed shut or sometimes rolled up with the pleasure. A viewer would also be able to see her saggy tits swinging and George's beer gut rolling on her arse. Then she realised what she'd ...