The Cuckquean Ch. 02 - Butch Desires - Sex Stories

The Cuckquean Ch. 02 - Butch Desires

... tits," Cillian suggested as he powered his enormously long cock in and out of his wife's greedily sucking and slurping mouth.

Jemima shivered with anticipation. The weights clamped to her tiny nipples, sending painful but excruciatingly delightful shocks through her breasts and body to her clitoris, were causing her to have many consecutive petite orgasms. The sudden extra pain would likely cause her to explode again. Jemima couldn't wait!

Tina moved her left hand to the middle of Jemima's back. Then, gripping Jemima's hip with the hand holding the crop, Tina pushed her 'cock' as deep into the writhing woman beneath as she could. Tina didn't stop until she felt resistance from Jemima's cervix against her push. Balancing on her left hand, Tina rotated her hips, causing her 'cock's' tip to spin across Jemima's cervix. A soft, satisfied moan escaped the gorgeous, milk chocolate-coloured woman's mouth as she revelled in the pain/pleasure combination of having her cervix massaged.

Taking her right hand off Jemima's hip, Tina rapped the crop sharply against Jemima's softly swelling, ample breast. Grinning excitedly, Tina switched hands and repeated the action on Jem's left tit. She could feel the beautiful Indian woman's sexual response in Jemima's clenching buttocks against her deeply thrust cock and abdomen. Experimenting, Tina shifted her attack to Jemima's shoulder blades. Rapping Jem close to her spine made Jemima groan, but not with anywhere near the intensity ...

... cropping her breasts did. Tina realised that striking Jem's shoulders would create a beautiful contrast to the sharp pain of having her breasts stung by the crop.

Tina continued to drive Jemima through consecutive petite orgasms as she cropped the luscious woman's tits and ground her 'cock' against Jem's cervix, but was frustrated by her inability to send Jem into a caterwauling, explosive climax again. Uncertain of what her willingly submissive lover needed, Tina looked to Cillian.

"She knows she's out for the night the next time she explodes," Cillian explained. "So she's holding herself back, trying to make our session last as long as possible."

"What do we do?" Tina breathlessly asked as she continued striking her writhing and moaning lover.

"Fuck her senseless," Cillian dismissively said as if it were an everyday occurrence. Which, Tina realised, given Cillian's extreme sexual endurance, it probably was. He pulled his massive cock from Jemima's mouth, eliciting a protested moan from his wife and undid her binds. Then, picking her up as if she weighed no more than a petal, Cillian instructed, "Sit with your back against where Jem's head was and hold your cock at about forty-five degrees."

Tina wonderingly complied. Turning Jemima, Cillian pulled the plug from her clasping ass and stuffed two fingers in her dripping cunt. He rubbed the moisture from there over his wife's rosebud. Cillian eased a finger inside Jemima's ass and gently stretched her rear fuck hole, ...