Morgan's Mounds 2 - Menage a Trois - Sex Stories

Morgan's Mounds 2 - Menage a Trois

... am I gonna divorce Carla and marry this little tart? She was a major slut, but she could have her fun, just come home to fuck daddy a few times a week. I got in bed naked, laughing to myself about having a slutty promiscuous wife. It she really did give me that pussy, I really would let her fuck anyone else. She was that amazing when it came to the sensual arts. I was asleep fast, knowing I would awake hard as hell and would sneak in on the sleeping girls and continue my affair with the hottest little jailbait on the planet. I woke some time later, aware of a body curled up to me. It took a moment to remember that my wife was out of town, and it wasn't until I touched the polyester skirt that I completely came around, knowing my baby, my lover, my goddess Morgan was right next to me! I wanted to take her forcefully right there, slam her till I came and keep on pumping until I was ready to cum again. Fuck down time, you don't waste time with a female who is the literal embodiment of lust. But she was asleep and I couldn't be that rude to my fantasy fuck. I would be kind to her, love her when she was at least awake to feel the 2-3 minutes of spasmic fucking before giving her an injection of baby batter. My god, it only I was single. I would make it my goal to impregnate that girl so her parents would have to consent to marriage. I felt Morgan stir. She looked up and pushed up to kiss me. My god, I thought then, she wakes up ready for sex! How was I going to make this work? ...

... Work it so that this god's gift to pleasure was the daily recipient of my cock? Only Morgan was worthy of my cum, I didn't want to give a drop to anyone else. Anyone else was a waste of good cum. Morgan slid on top of me, pushing the comforter down to my thighs, her bare ass lying on top my my hardening manhood. She reached behind her and unzipped the cheerleading top. Whether she went bare the whole day or slipped off the bra at some other point that night I don't know but I heard the top hit the floor as I starred at the marvelous mounds of Morgan in the pale blue moonlight. She grabbed my hands and brought them to her breasts. "Mmmmmm, that's better." Said Morgan with a pouty soft tone. I know its embarrassing and pathetic but I reached over, unhanding her breast and turned on the bedside lamp. Morgan recoiled for a moment squinting, her eyes not ready for the light. "Wha-what are you doing?" She asked quietly. "I want to see them" I said breathlessly. and my hand joined the other on her breasts and I squeezed and cupped her glorious mammaries. The mammaries I wanted to feed all the children I would have with her. I would drink her milk, and she would drink mine, salty though it was. Morgan giggled at my answer and reached back to under her skirt. "Don't! Please, please leave it on my goddess." I pleaded, starring into her eyes. She giggled again. She grabbed the remote and turned on the tv and muted it. "Now turn out the light." I obeyed my queen and now her perfect form was ...