Game of Stamina - Sex Stories

Game of Stamina

... up between her ample breasts until it sprang in front of her face. She looked up at me and smiled and one-handed my large cock. Her fingers couldn't even meet around my girth. She spat on my shaft, using her saliva as lubricant, and started to jack me off. It was tough to give me a hand job with one hand. So she sat up and put both fists around it, firmly stroking them all the way up and down it. "Oh, fuck," I muttered. An electric rush went from my shaft to my loins, a tingling sensation shooting down my balls. The vigorous motion of her arms was making her huge tits dance up and down. I tried to bear as much as I could. Veronica let out a moan as she tried to use both hands to please me. The warm smell of sweats, wet cunt, and pre-cum began to fill the bedroom. "Ungh," I grunted. "Oh, fuck, baby, jack it. Jack my big cock!" "You like that, huh?" Veronica sneered, trying to go even faster. "Huh? You like it?" "Yeah, I love it." "You know what we're doing?" She tossed her blonde hair back and hissed at me, "This is i****t. Yeah, that's right! i****t, you fucking pervert!" "Oh, fuck." Now a rush of guilt was making me even harder. I closed my eyes and tried to think of anything but the image of Veronica's almost feeble existence jacking off my monstrous cock was too much. I opened my eyes and looked at her, wanting so bad to just cum on her jumble titties. Priscilla was in awe at this sight. Her one hand was instinctively rubbing across her lower belly. Veronica's mouth was ...

... so close to my cock that her hot breaths moisturized my entire shaft as she jacked me off. She looked as if she was very close to just sucking me off but she held her end of the bargain. Then she released my cock. I blinked at her. "It isn't five minutes yet." "I know." Veronica let one hand fall between her legs and she started to rub her fingers on her clits. "I'm so wet for you, Billy, you sure you don't wanna cum on my tits?" I muttered, shaking my head. She cocked her head, still fingering her pussy. "Huh? I didn't hear you?" "I can wait," I managed to say. Oh, she was wet for me indeed. She proved it to me by using her own pussy juice as lubricant, grabbing my shaft with two dripping, wet fists. Her smell was intoxicating and the feel of her pussy juice rubbing on my oozing pre-cum was euphoric. She squeezed her hands and gave me a tug. The tension was starting to grow. She jacked me even faster, her boobies bouncing as she used her best effort to make me lose it. I watched as she arched her back and rubbed my cock between her cleavages. She used my helmet to rub around her aureole and her nipples stiffened. She squeezed her globes together and grinded against me. I let out a low grunt. Pre-cum leaked down on her collarbone, dripping down to her breasts. She groaned, staring at me as she grinded up against me. I realized I might have to eat my own words and just cum on her face. "My turn," Priscilla said chirpily, stepping to her side. Saved by the fucking bell. Both ...