Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... being spread by its girth, her body jerking from the impact of hips slapping against her ass as the cock bottomed out again and again, balls flailing heavily against her aching clit. The previous orgasm had pushed back her need to cum and she was free to simply enjoy the feel of this strange cock plowing in and out of her. Her torso was lifted slightly off the couch by the hands gripping her wrists and pulling on her hair, while her hips were anchored in a line fixed by the rigid organ jousting deep inside her.

"Unngghhh, unngghh, unngghh!" She grunted mindlessly as each thrust hammered past her cervix, piercing clear to the back of her cunt.God what a delicious fucking cock. Then, suddenly, her chest was roughly deposited back onto the couch and the cock was withdrawn.

"No" she cried, "please fuck me!"

"Not to worry Claire," said a strange voice. "Just swapping out with Richard." And a moment later she was filled again, held off the couch as before, hands gripping her hair and wrists, pulling her off the couch only to sink her cunt deep onto another rigid dick.Oh God this is so nasty! They're just taking turns using me! Whoever in the fuck 'they' are! They took turns, trading off, as the sensations of fucking her tight teenage slit threatened to make them cum too early. That was fine with Claire. There was something rather gratifying about the fact that they had to keep switching off to avoid cumming. She felt a shy pride at the effect she was obviously having on ...

... these fully adult men. She just kept focused on making her cunt completely receptive to their need. It felt so good being plowed by these strong grown men; suspended on the fulcrum of their hard rods; of being sodesired.

The cock slammed deep and stopped, buried nuts deep up her sodden slit. Her arms still gripped tight, Claire was pulled nearly upright by the roots of her hair and Richard slid in front of her and sat on the couch, his wet glistening rod pulsing near her clamped nipples. He took his member and used it to slap at the clamps. Claire hissed at the torture, the feeling of the nipples being stretched by the momentum of the swaying clamps. Then Richard reached to her chest, gathered the chain linking the clover clamps, and stood, tugging the chain taut so that it just barely slipped over his cock, coming to rest at the crux of his staff and pelvis.

"Now suck me, Claire." Claire's nipples were on fire. The chain was just barely long enough. The clamps were rotated upward now, twisting her nipples, stretching them, actually lifting the mass of her taut tit meat so the chain could be suspended from the base of his cock. Claire stretched up and then arched her head down to slip the velvet of her open mouth onto Richard's throbbing staff. She sank her mouth down its swollen girth until her teeth clicked against the dense chain links, her nipples screaming from the tension of her descent. She suckled on his prong, grimly ignoring the tension stretching her nipples, ...