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The sexual tension between Janelle and I was tremendously thick as we ate our dinner. The sandwiches I’d made were devoured without a word exchanged between us, my eyes couldn’t be bothered to tear away from her naked body. She hadn’t even bothered to dry before joining me in the cabin’s kitchen, the warm water from her recent bath making her fair skin shimmer under the overhead lights. My arousal became stronger with every move she made.
Each bite she took seemed to shake her large, cantaloupe sized breasts, sending them swaying back and forth on her chest. Her pink nipples stood firm, hardened from the chill biting into them, or her own horny need. Golden hair clung wetly to rosy cheeks and the flushed chest atop her breasts. Small rivers dried along her curves as the waters dwindled, leaving gleaming fields of goosebumps across her skin. She leaned against the black granite countertop of the island separating us, arching her back, bringing her firm, round rear into view. Her long legs, chiseled from years of dedication to volleyball, hoisted her glorious ass up, and she laughed around a bite of sandwich when she bounced on her toes.
I groaned as the wondrous curves of her ass and breasts jiggled, the urge to take her right there too much to bear. The laughter filling the room turned to joyous shrieks of anticipation when I rounded the narrow island, her eyes immediately falling to my painfully hard erection. My ten inch staff throbbed as my hands caressed her pre-college body, the thick, spongy head rubbing against her belly while she turned. I lifted from her waist and helped her hop onto the cool surface, and quickly found myself at eye level with the small, porcelain curtains of flesh framing her pussy.
My mouth watered at the sight of her tender hole. I wiped my face clean of any crumbs remaining from my sandwich and slowly closed the gap between us. The knee grinding against the tile floor protested the movement, my other knee thudding into the oak cabinets beneath her pedestal. I was utterly mesmerized by the glistening folds resting between her parted thighs, her inner pink drooling its need as I approached. My arms circled around her thighs, hands reaching for her soft organ. The pale ivory hood atop her pussy slid back beneath my willing fingers, revealing the slick, pink bean atop her sex. I groaned, the warm breath from my mouth inspiring a shiver up her spine as it washed over her exposed slit.
Her body tensed against the counter, strong legs shuddering around my shoulders as my tongue got to work. I hummed my delight as her nectar covered my licking tongue, a combination of sweet and savory with just a hint of the near-bitter flavor of the semen so recently pumped into her. Moans filled the room as my fingers started in, my mouth sealing around her delicate pearl. I sent a pair of fingers into her juicy folds while my tongue assaulted her clit, one hand pressing against her inner thigh as convulsions began shaking her body.
The moaning halted and her legs quivered around me, absently squeezing against my head as I consumed her pleasure, my fingers digging and curling their way deeper and deeper. She bucked against the granite counter with rough spasms of ecstasy, and unleashed a deep, steady groan. I buried my face between her trembling legs, licking and slurping at the gushing organ at my tongue’s mercy. Both of her hands found their way to my head through the chaos of climax, clumsily pulling at me in a desperate plea for relief. Her groans ebbed into shaky moans as I relented. My fingers remained encased within her quivering tunnel as I got to my feet, twisting and curling gently as I moved.
I moaned softly as her twitching body came into view. Every spasm shaking through her brought erotic jiggles to the bountiful hills of breasts rolling across her heaving chest, the muscles in her abs flexing sporadically through the dwindling orgasm. Her legs dangled from the countertop, toes curled against the wood paneling below. The fair skin around her sex, chest and neck had turned a bright red, burning in her intense desire for _more_. She had laid across the narrow island, her head hanging from the other side with both arms sprawled out, her bosom rising and falling with labored breaths. Exhaustion was clearly etched into her features, but my primal need urged me on, cognitive control utterly lost as I placed my hands on her hips.
Her curled toes scratched against my legs. My hands squeezed the firm flesh of her hips as my heavy cock prodded her steaming entrance. I groaned against her moan when my hips drove forward, the thick head of my impatient manhood slipping up her delicate folds and sliding onto her belly. The veiny shaft skimmed across her aching clit, sending a renewed series of spasms throughout her gorgeous body. I grasped one of her trembling breasts in one hand, groping her firmly as my rigid rod glided back down. Her warmth washed over the hardness lining up at her slender slit, and she tensed as my thickness pushed inside.
A labored groan escaped from Janelle as our bodies merged, my pelvis grinding into her with my girthy rod almost fully sheathed within her quivering tunnel. I grasped one of her magnificent breasts, groping firmly as my hips drew back. The inches pulling from within her glistened in the kitchen’s lights, her arousal clinging to my shaft as it withdrew. She wailed when my hips thrust forward, my body slapping into her with enough force to send waves of flesh rippling through her thighs and belly. I released my grip on her tit, pinching the nipple as my fingers slid down her curves, then took her waist in both hands. My body slammed into her again and again while my arms guided her through our rough fuck, her tightness milking my cock for an orgasm still far off.
The island was too high for the depth I longed to reach inside her, my meaty pole hungry to delve deeper into her folds. Every inward surge squeezed against me wonderfully, sure. But I longed to feel her warmth enveloping my full organ. To nudge against her inner sanctum again, and feel her walls massage me as they convulsed in her growing ecstasy. I pulled my engorged member from her dripping sex, the evening’s chill teasing my coated rod as it throbbed in the open air. She moaned at my sudden withdrawal, twitching atop the marbled island. My hand pressed into her belly, fingers framing her shallow navel before sliding up her torso. A shaky breath made her mountainous breasts jiggle as my hand glided through their valley, and she groaned when my fingers found her throat. Her heartbeat shook beneath my palm, and she gave me a curious glance.
“Why’d you stop?” she whined.
I smiled at her, dipping my hand over her shoulder and curling my fingers behind her neck. She grimaced as I guided her into a sitting position, an expectant smile forming on her face while sliding off the island. We wordlessly walked into the conjoined living room, my hand on her neck all the while. A squeal broke from her lips when I pushed her against the back of the couch, sending her face first to the cushions below. Her hands caught her before she could fall into the cushions, and her feet instinctively kicked out in an attempt to anchor her to something. I laughed when her heel collided with the side of my thigh, and delivered a quick spank across her elevated ass. A shriek broke from the young woman, who then jiggled her presented peach at me as I stepped up behind her.
“Looking for a better angle,” I said, hoping my tone came off as seductive as my slick member slid between the crevasse around her puckered hole.
She moaned her understanding, sliding her feet up my legs as I grinded my manhood down between her cheeks and lined up with her lubricated slit, her glistening vulva splitting around my bulbous head as it split into her. Her inner warmth wrapped tightly around me, washing away the cold that had chewed into my organ. I groaned as my tool dug into her, cherishing the constricting sensations along my shaft. My hands held her waist as my cock sunk all the way inside, the eye rolling stimulation drawing an orgasm near. After all the orgasms I’d had recently, I figured it would still be a while before another hit.
Before long we were _going at it_ over the couch. Her wails flooded into the living room, drowning out the rhythmic slapping of wet flesh on flesh, my thrusting hips crashing my pelvis into her shapely ass over and over. She screamed her delight again when I struck her firm cheek, the loud spank leaving a faint, red handprint on the side of her bouncing rear. Her legs wrapped around me, ankles crossing behind my back as we fucked. I brought my other hand up, hungry eyes devouring the soft, jiggling flesh of her butt as my big hand swung back down. Ripples spread across her ass and down her thigh at the sharp contact, and her body tensed as a climax erupted within her.
Liquid pleasure burst from her stuffed pussy, drenching my heavy balls as they swung up and slapped her clit. Her juices poured down my legs and rained onto the hardwood floor below, and spasms rocked through her body. Her arms gave out on the couch, sending her upper half down into the cushions as I continued pounding into her. The wet slapping of flesh was completely overpowered by the deafening scream she unleashed. I smiled wickedly at the horrible pleasure I’d caused, and reached a hand down to her head with my hips firmly pressed into her quivering ass. My fingers dug into her golden hair, grasping a handful and pulling her back up. She wailed loudly into the empty room, her boisterous shrieks quavering around a breathless series of expletives.
“_Fuck,_” she cried, “_Fuck, Mr. JooO____OOHH…___”
Her breasts swung around her chest, the rounded sides all I could see around her arched back. I pumped into her through the burning ecstasy, relishing her agonized delight. When I finally relented, releasing my grip on her mane and allowing the convulsing girl to slump back forward into the couch, her loud shrieks diminished into a slurred drone of labored breaths. The muscles along her slick tunnel constricted and spasmed around my buried cock, desperately trying to coax my semen into her. My own moans droned into hers, the pleasure of her body making my toes curl as her climax slowly subsided. I could feel the tingling in my drenched balls, and knew my orgasm would _easily_ start if I just stayed fully sheathed within this beauty. Her silky tunnel gyrated around me as her shaky legs slipped down, her feet slapping onto the wet floor.
A throaty groan drained from Janelle when I yanked myself away. My thickness quickly emerged from her throbbing pussy, the sound of her wet tunnel slurping my member as it pulled free was almost enough to trigger my release. I _desperately_ wanted to send it back in, every veiny inch as deep as it could go, but decided to postpone my orgasm for a few more minutes.
Viscous nectar leaked from the closing gape of her pussy, and I admired the sight for a moment. My hands grasped her firm ass, pulling the cheeks aside to give me a better view. Her inner thighs were plastered in her juicy delight, the wetness extending down her trembling legs and feet. More fluid dripped from the couch between her legs, adding to the growing puddle on the hardwood floor. The tightness of her sex had been pushed to its limits by my thickness, but the gaping hole I left her with was already closing. Her velvety walls spasmed as the outer rim of her pussy closed, the throb of her puckered ass mimicking the diminishing pulses of her drooling flower as her climax continued to fade. A long strand of shimmering nectar hung from the upper portions of her pink, stretching down towards the slick floor.
I reached in and soaked my fingers in the glistening string of pleasure. My hand twisted between her thighs, fingers sliding beneath her sensitive opening and up over the bare flesh of her pubic mound. She groaned as my thumb curved into her, sliding into her used pussy as I groped her sex. I jostled my hand into her, working her body into a renewed fervor before we resumed our fun.
“_fuck_,” she breathed, “_just fuck me_.”
My smile grew even more broad, if such a thing was feasible. I pulled my hand from between her quivering thighs and gripped her hips as she continued her near-intoxicated plea.
“_I need your cock,_” she moaned through a shaky breath, “_and your cum._”
I groaned as my erection throbbed, growing even more rigid at the young woman’s request. She let out an exhausted giggle, sighing as I guided her to the side of the couch. Her belly rested on the armrest, legs spread with her feet firmly planted on the hardwood floor. I dragged my hand down the arch of her back, fingernails leaving faint trails across her flesh. Janelle stretched her arms up over her head, her fingers digging into the smooth cushions. Her head settled on the seat, the silky strands of golden hair wildly strewn about around her face and shoulders. Lust and desire burned in her eye as she looked back at me, and she gasped when my bulbous cockhead squeezed back into her.
Her back arched further on the couch as I entered, better presenting her rounded ass to me. I grasped her firm cheeks, groping and spreading them as my veiny shaft plunged through her slick lips. Arousal drooled from her penetrated pussy, the thick, glistening strand swinging onto the armrest as it extended downward and my thrusting began. She moaned heartily as my balls slapped into her with each forward motion, the forceful contact of my body against hers sending ripples into her ensnared ass. The naughty language continued flowing from her cock-drunk lips, urging, _begging_ me to flood her with my seed. Every word was accentuated by a moan and jolt as my thrusts grew more intense, the approaching orgasm becoming more pronounced. I grunted while trying to postpone it further, my fingers digging into her soft flesh with the considerable effort. Another climax washing through my lover made the endeavor in vain, her juicy pleasure gushing against my swinging balls and convulsing tunnel massaging my reddened cock finally sending me over the edge.
My hips flew forward as the first pulse sent a rope of cum into her quivering depths. I held her by the waist, my strong hands pulling her into me as I pumped another potent load into her tight body. Grunts shook from my chest as my buried cock shuddered within her, but the orgasmic shrieks exploding from Janelle more than drowned out any sound I could make. Her body trembled through the ecstasy, legs thrashing up around me as more and more semen rushed into her spasming sex. The muscles in my lower back and ass constricted as I used a few shallow thrusts to squeeze the rest of my warm load into her, my eyes rolling through the _unbelievable_ stimulation her clenching pussy offered.
The strength in my body seemed to dissipate with my orgasm, and I felt the tension leave my muscles. I began to collapse onto Janelle, leaving the still spasming woman moaning and giggling beneath me. My face rested on her glistening back, the perspiration of our lust coalescing beneath my cheek. Her heart raced, the rapid beats joining her labored breaths and moans in an erotic song as my arms slithered around her. I hugged her from behind, my arms crossing under her breasts while we both came down from absolute euphoria. She hummed her satisfaction, and cooed at me.
“_fuck_,” she started, breathlessly. “_You’re a sex_ ___GOD___.”
She giggled, and I joined in with a chuckle. We shared in the sort of laugh reserved only for lovers as we rested in each other on the couch. At some point she began to shift under me. I rolled back against the cushioned riser, allowing her to lay on her side. We wiggled our way up the length of the couch, giggling at our ridiculousness as we pulled from the armrest. My hand found one of her firm breasts, giving it a gentle squeeze and drawing a soft moan from her. She fell asleep soon after, completely relaxed in my embrace. I remained laying between her and the back of the couch for a few more minutes, then carefully slid out from behind the young woman.
Janelle continued slumbering as I strode back to the bedroom. I pulled on some pants, and quietly made my way out into the night. My suitcase was still in the trunk, and I needed to be sure to take the medicine Claire and Samantha were all the time reminding me about. Especially if I was expected to keep up with the desires of three more women all week!
Crickets chirped into the cooling sky, an owl hooted from a nearby tree, and a bat swooped for some moths overhead. The watery scent of the lake on the other side of our cabin could just barely be smelled over the pine and woods as I breathed deep on my way to the car. I genuinely loved it out here, away from everything and surrounded by nature. My wife and I would often joke about this being the spot where Claire was conceived, usually to _her_ in an attempt to gross the poor girl out. Lately, she’s responded to the jest with a look of fondness, probably due to her now known _desire_. I hesitate with my hand on the trunk of my car, considering the likelihood of Claire having the same conversation with _our_ child someday. Her, Janelle, Blaire, and Samantha. They could all coyly talk about the time “_dad_” helped make all four kids in the same week, at the same place.
My daughter’s friend was still sleeping peacefully on the couch when I snuck back inside, her naked body bringing a familiar sensation beneath the belt. I was truly surprised my manhood could even get erect again, having been used so much today, and the sensitivity of my hardness was exaggerated by the coarse texture of my pants rubbing against it. It felt like I was on the verge of another, somewhat less pleasant orgasm by the time I wandered into the master bathroom, but I decided not to explore any self stimulation. My reflection smiled back at me as I set the three orange prescription containers on the counter. I pulled a small, white pill from each canister, rolling them in my palm as I considered the next few days.
One of these pills _would_ help my blood pressure, sure. But the other two? I filled a glass with cold water, put the trio in my mouth, and drank them down. I could almost _feel_ the other two working in my system, something I acknowledged as some placebo effect, but knew they would do the job. The bigger of the three pills helps me become _fully_ erect, just about any visual or physical stimulation directing as much blood into my penis as it can handle. It makes my erection bigger, in both length and girth, and brings out the primal desires. The next largest pill aides in ‘production,’ producing more volume, _quicker_. Based on my current situation, standing at attention and feeling almost ready to blow again, it’s safe to assume I could essentially go all day and night. That is, if I could stay awake that long…
I decided to rejoin Janelle on the couch, laying on my big, comfy bed while the naked girl sleeps in the living room didn’t seem terribly fair. Moving her was out of the question, I was far too tired to have another go, and waking or carrying her would lead to another hour or two of vigorous love-making. So, I slipped out of my pants, letting my willing member spring free, and cautiously got in behind her. My manhood found itself sliding between her thighs, the warmth from her concealed slit making it difficult to not just take her again right then and there. Fortunately, exhaustion won the night, and I soon fell into a deep, restful sleep.
The next day _would_ have come too early for my liking, if not for the sensation that pulled me from sleep. Warmth enveloped the top of my hardness with something wet and slick sliding around my tip. Lush lips slid down my length, and a hand cupped my balls. My eyes opened as the sealed lips drew back, Janelle’s mouth suckling my cock as her head pulled away. She wrapped her other hand around my shaft, stroking the exposed trunk as she bobbed her head against the upper several inches.
I was laying on my side, with my legs parted just enough to give her hand access to my aching balls. She fondled me as she sucked, pumping her hand up and down my gradually wettening rod. Her eyes glanced at me, the corners of her mouth twisting into a smile around the wide cock splitting into her lips. I put my hand on her head, my fingers instantly lost in the tangled, blonde mane as I held her scalp. A groan broke from my lips when the determined girl plunged forward, struggling to take my full length through her mouth. My tip bumped into the back of her throat, and she shook her head while applying more pressure to send my bulbous head further. The tightness of her throat squeezed around me as my girthy probe sunk into her throat. I pulled at the back of her head, wordlessly guiding a few inches out, then got into a sitting position on the couch. I could feel the climax building as my tip swirled in her suckling mouth, and groaned as I rose over her.
Now, sitting with her kneeling between my knees, she began slurping me down again. She angled my soggy cock to point directly at her throat, and pushed herself onto it. The constricting embrace of her throat slid around my plunging cock as her lips neared the curled hairs on my pelvis. I groaned when her nose made contact, her tongue struggling to move beneath my size. Her hands squeezed my thighs, fingers digging into my skin as she struggled around the plug in her throat. Our eyes met, the erotic torment etched into her face sending me deeper into lust, and a throb of anticipation shook through my encased cock. Tears streamed from her eyes, but she persisted. Her head shook against me, and I moaned as her throat slipped and slid around my trapped member. She worked herself back and forth, letting a few inches of my manhood slide up and down her constricting throat, milking my rapidly approaching orgasm.
Just before I toppled over the edge, with my head leaned back onto the upper reaches of the couch’s cushions, I heard the front door’s handle jiggle. I didn’t know if Janelle heard it too, but placed my hands on either side of her head. My hips thrusted up into her as her face sunk down against me, and my climax struck while the wooden door swung open.
“Take it, greedy slut,” I grunted while my manhood pumped thick ropes of semen down her throat.
“What the _fuck_?!” came the shrill shriek from the doorway.
I turned to see Blaire glaring at Janelle as I fed her my cum. Samantha was standing beside Blaire, half of her lower lip pinched between her teeth as she watched her friend devour my load. Her eyes looked clouded in lust as she gazed at us both. Claire stood behind Samantha, amusement clear on her face as she stepped around the short girl.
“Just gonna stand there?” she asked, lifting her violet tank top over her head.
The undersized garment fluttered to the floor, and I smiled back at Janelle as her lips slowly slid up my sputtering rod. I didn’t have to watch my daughter to know she was stepping out of her shoes before kicking them away, the sight between my legs was _far_ more interesting.
“…fuck no,” Blaire murmored from the door.
Janelle gagged when my soaked member popped from her mouth, then gasped for air. A forced, breathless laugh worked from her coated throat, “Thank _God_,” she groaned. “I thought I’d have to keep him satisfied all day!”
The other girls didn’t distribute the same merriment that Janelle showed, apparently irked at their friend getting an early begin. Claire was the first one to me, her pink, floral panties still secured around her hips. I could see a small wet spot covering the slight bump of her aroused flower, and found myself practically drooling at the wondered of having her on my tongue again. Her pink nipples stood firm on her modest bust, the rounded c-cups gently rolling as she moved. A small bump had formed on her otherwise flat belly, but was almost imperceptible. Our eyes met, and she smiled knowingly down to me while stroking her fingers through the short hair atop my head.
“Who’s next?” she asked cheerily.
“Smantha’s been bragging about the drugs her boss gave her,” Blaire chimed in, approaching me from the opposite side. “How about a quick experiment?” Blaire had stripped completely naked, the fiery hairs over her sex carefully trimmed into a neat heart. The ab muscles framing her belly flexed marvelously as she turned to look at the smallest of their friends, and I took a handful of her perfect ass, groping the firm flesh greedily.
Samantha stepped up between the two. Her almost four and a half foot frame visibly trembled as she stood between my parted legs, my eyes drinking in her bare, honeyed skin.
Her deep brunette, shoulder length hair was neatly curled, and had blonde highlights streaking through numerous strands. The chocolate nipples standing on her small tits silently begged me to suck them, her slim arms and torso longing to be in my arms. The girl’s slender create promptly ended at her waist, where wide hips split into thick thighs. The tender skin above her dripping pussy was shaved clean, and her inner thighs glistened with her arousal as she straddled me. Her slick warmth slid up my cock as her arms wrapped around my shoulders, and I laid back against the couch. I groaned against her soft moan, and Claire leaned in to help line my bulbous head up with her friend’s drooling slit.
My head tipped back over the edge of the couch as the small girl’s tightness wrapped around me, wetly constricting my girthy organ as it squeezed inside. Her moan cut suddenly, and I looked up into the face of _absolute_ pleasure. The pouty lips circling her mouth were stretched into a wide ‘_O_’, her head tilted over her arching back as my thick inches plowed into her.
“_There you go_,” Claire cooed from beside her intimate friend, her hand sliding down the small girl’s back. “_Almost halfway there._”
My hips instinctively pulled back, trying to help the girl avoid souring the pleasure with a painful bump to the cervix. She continued impaling herself further onto my lengthy cock, apparently too lost in her bliss to care about the impending contact. Another inch sunk into her quivering tunnel, then _another_. Blaire slapped Samantha’s ass as yet another thick inch split into the girl, my sensitive tip sending ripples of pleasure through my body as her tight, velvety walls slid against it.
“It’s ok, daddy,” Claire added, her eyes on me. “The experimental stuff Dr. Vox is giving her help with arousal,” her voice lowered seductively, “_fertility, and pleasure_.” My daughter giggled as Samantha’s pussy slurped another inch of my meat in, “She was able to take me halfway up my forearm last night, and came all over when I slid a finger into her cervix.”
As if on cue, I felt a firm, fleshy ring tap against the head of my submerged cock. Samantha gasped and jerked up, but sent herself back down immediately. Her quivering cervix pushed against my tender tip, and she began gyrating her hips on my lap.
“I could almost get all of my fingertips into her tight ring, but she begged me to stop. Something about the pleasure being too intense?” Claire explained while looking inquisitively at Blaire. Blaire matched Claire’s gaze, and it was clear the two of them were trying to get to something. Claire’s eyes slowly rolled from Blaire, over Samantha’s trembling shoulders, and onto me, a wicked smile spreading across her face. “Think you can send that thick thing through the gateway of her womb before pumping her full of your baby batter? _Daddy_?”
Samantha erupted into orgasm, her climax robbing her of any bodily control. Her ass came crashing down onto me, spasming against my lap and helping force my fat head into her narrow ring. I groaned against the writhing girl, the sensation of her inner sanctum wrapping around my sensitive tip more than enough to send me over the edge yet again. My balls tensed as semen surged through my buried cock, thick ropes splattering the hollow walls of her womb. The forceful pulses sent the small girl further into the throes of ecstasy, and she began wailing her pleasure between her giggling friends. Juices drenched the cushion beneath my thighs, and washed down my legs and onto the hardwood floor. I wrapped my arms around the convulsing girl as her climaxing body drained my seed into her, my teeth nibbling at the tender nape of her neck. Pulse after pulse flooded her uterus with potent seed, billions of willing sperm desperately searching for any egg available for fertilization.
Blaire massaged my balls as they emptied themselves into her friend. “Hope you got more in there for me, _stud_.”
I chuckled onto Samantha’s neck, then grinded my hips against the trembling girl. Every drop of semen entered her womb, not a single drop leaking out when my still hard cock finally emerged. My veiny rod was coated in a musky mix of our pleasure, and Samantha rolled into a trembling ball beside me on the couch as her two friends got to their knees before me. Claire’s hand wrapped around my base, and she offered my glistening cock to Blaire. My daughter eyed the quivering heap of her friend as Blaire’s tongue glided from the base of my member, licking over Claire’s knuckles and then up the rest of my length. Her lips descended my tip and sealed around my thick shaft, while her tongue swirled around my sensitive head.
Samantha seemed to be coming down from her pleasurable high, her legs relaxing and gradually sliding down. Her feet dangled over the hardwood floor, and she looked back at Claire with an erotic blend of exhausted haze and lust. Claire began stroking the shaft protruding from her suckling friend’s mouth, and used her other hand to guide Samantha’s legs aside. I groaned as my daughter leaned in, delicately placing her mouth above the drooling slit between Samanth’s thighs. She kissed the small girl’s bare pubic mound, and slowly lowered her lips to her Sam’s glistening folds. Samantha let out a sharp moan, her head pressing against the couch as Blaire’s mouth inspired my own pleasure. I groaned my delight along with the smaller girl, as her former classmates licked and sucked us into ecstasy.
When Blaire finally relented, allowing my red cock to audibly pop from her vacuum sealed mouth, my eyes went back to her. I had enjoyed watching my daughter devour her friend’s sex, and truly wanted to continue seeing her slick tongue slide around her hardened clit before grinding back down and into Samantha’s delicate folds, but my attention was needed elsewhere. Blaire rose to her feet, straddled me and sat on my lap. My throbbing manhood pulsed against her belly, the bulbous head sliding across her navel as she situated herself on my lap. She placed her hands on my shoulders, then leaned in. Her knees dug into the cushions beside me, and her firm breasts pressed against my chest. Shivers danced down my spine when her lips brushed my ear, followed by the warm breath accompanying her seductive words.
“_You already gave Claire a baby_,” she whispered sweetly to me, “_give me her brother, daddy_?”
I nearly came the instant she slid me into her, my hard, tender meat squeezing against her silky, constricting tightness as she moaned and cooed at me. Samantha had begun convulsing beside me as Claire consumed her juicy pussy, and Blaire arched her back while impaling herself on my cock. Her breasts jiggled at my face, _begging_ to be groped, fondled, __sucked__. My hand grasped one of her firm tits, fingers pinching her pink nipple and drawing out a low wail as her pelvis grinded onto mine. She’d gotten me fully into her with a satisfied smile, both of us willing to feel my warmth erupt into her fertile passage.
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