Whatever It Takes Pt. 02: Truth - Sex Stories

Whatever It Takes Pt. 02: Truth

... discomfort, the necessity, the desire. My dicklet trembled and drooled onto my thighs.

This time Jordan took her hard. This time Jordan took her rough. This time Jordan was relentless.

'Fuck yes,' she said.

'Is this what you wanted?'

'Fuck yes.'

'Is this what you need?'

'Oh yes.'

The dull thwack of body against body, flesh against flesh, need against need, one driving the other.

And now Sarah gasped.

And now Sarah groaned.

And now Sarah grunted.

'Take it,' said Jordan. 'Fucking take it.'

Harder now, the pace quickening, Sarah's hands clawing deep into his ass-flesh, her ring, her ring, her wedding ring, glittering and brilliant.

And again.

Sarah whined, deep, low but expanding.

Again. Jordan growled, a rumble low in his chest.

Again. Hard enough now to shift the car, the suspension creaking.

Again and again and again.

Sarah came, this time unafraid to be heard.

'Oh, oh, oh, oh.'

Jordan stifling her with his mouth, his lips, his tongue. His hand against her cheek, turning her chin to his, and then against her throat.

Then once again, his hips against her hips, relentless and pitiless and unyielding.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.'

Jordan all pace, now frantic, now desperate, now driven.

'Where do you want me to cum?' he asked, breathless, panting.

'Inside me. Cum inside me.'

Then with a roar, now erratic, his fuck stroke deep, holding it, holding it, holding it.

Jordan pulled loose with a wet plop, his ...

... cock slicked with her cream and his cum, slapping wetly against his thigh.

'Fuck,' he said.

Sarah, sheened with sweat, leaned back against the car and then to me.

'Now,' she said, 'your turn.'

I made to stand, expecting her to reach for the key. Fuck did I want this. Fuck did I need this. Fuck, I'd never wanted her so hard nor so much.

'Where do you think your going?' she said, with sly smile. 'You think I'd even feel your pathetic dicklet after that fucking?'

Jordan slumped beside her. Jordan sniggered. Jordan laughed.

'I said I owe you sloppy seconds.' Fingers tightening in my hair, she pulled be deeper into her thighs.

And although I thought to push back, and although I thought to pull away, I let her. I had promised this, that I would do whatever it takes. But this was bigger than the promise, this was more.

My caged dicklet throbbed, swollen and fattened with need - obligation and desire now indistinguishable one from the other. And I understood, I finally understood. All of it, the caging, the humiliation, the shame, all of it had led to this, this moment, to this new self. Perhaps even Kayla, perhaps even she had been placed by cosmic design to bring me to this moment, to this new thing, to this realisation of what I might become.

Sarah pulled me close, her cunt gaping, her cunt oozing, her cunt weeping, and I saw and she saw me, and then she smiled, soft, gentle, familiar.

She pulled me close, the pungent scent of her cum and his cum ...