Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... poking up at the midpoint. She also had a little crest of red hair above the slit, proving her credentials as a natural redhead. As for her breasts, well, there wasn’t much there in terms of size, but I loved them anyway. She had cute little pink nipples, and the bumps were much less than a handful. I personally thought they looked fantastic. Still, though she never said it, Faith always seemed a little ashamed of her breast size, which is probably why I made a point of staring as she took it off, to reassure her that I wanted them. I lay flat on my back, cock standing straight up. She climbed on the bed beside me, and then took me in her mouth. “The bet was for sex,” I reminded her, “Not a blowjob.” “Shut up,” she said, pulling off of me and holding me straight in her hand. “I’m just getting it wet.” “Hey, I’m not complaining, just warning you, I’ve probably only got one cum left in me today, so don’t spend all your efforts on that.” She went down on me a few more times, drooling a little, but then pulled back, swung one leg over my legs, and crawled forward. Faith then reached under her for my dick, raised up a little, and positioned the head of my shaft at the entrance to her hole. Once situated, she slid down slowly, until I was down in her all the way. After all I’d fucked her she was still the tightest girl I’d ever fucked. I guessed that was another thing that was bound to change if I went through with and won the bet. No matter. Every great victory required ...

... sacrifices. Once she was comfortably settled with me inside her, she began going up and down, almost hopping on me. She said she’d do all the work, and she seemed ready to live up to the bet, but I didn’t want to leave it like that. I held onto her hips and, as we went on a little, I my hands roamed a little, squeezing her breasts or playing with the top of her pussy, and her clit. I still let her do most of the work, because I was tired, but she appreciated the effort and showed it by being even more energetic. She went on fucking me for a long time, longer than I usually lasted. “Let me know when you’re ready,” she reminded me. She must have expected that I’d probably be getting very close. “So you can finish in my mouth.” “No,” I said. “I want to cum inside you this time.” I wasn’t as close to orgasm as she expected, but I wanted to see how she’d react. She slowed a bit and stared me in the eye a moment, a little confused. Ever since she got pregnant last summer, we’d avoided me cumming in her pussy. There had been accidents in the heat of the moment, and they weren’t dwelled on, but we’d never deliberately had me cum while fucking her, we always tried to pull out and put it somewhere else like her mouth or, occasionally, her ass. This wasn’t discussed out loud, we just somehow both seemed to agree on it. I got the impression she preferred it that way, and I do love my s****r. I wouldn’t want to have to put her through the pain of another abortion. The actual risks of pregnancy were ...