Sunday Morning Treats
Fuck Time Stories, Episode Thirteen
🔥💋One of many Fuck Time Stories, bedtime stories for the 18+ set.💋🔥
Better than waffles and bacon
His door stood ajar, as it did every morning. I slid into the room, one hand in my pussy, stroking my little nub and dipping into my opening. My hips pulsed, imagining my fingers were his tongue as he licked me.
I wanted to feel his fingers digging into my ass. His hips between my knees as I clung to him, riding him like the fucking bronco he was.
They weren’t quiet. He was a sex fiend and amazing in bed. Her satisfied smile said it all.
I wanted the same smile on mine. Needed his thick, hard cock to fill me. The same cock growing hard under the thin blanket over him.
My desire ran down my thigh. Coated my fingers. I twisted my nipples. Rubbed them. Craved them in his mouth.
She told me I could have him this morning. Gave me permission to take his cock as many times as I needed him.
Wouldn’t be the first time we’d shared a lover. It’d be the first time he was her husband, though. The way he looked at me told me he wanted me. He often fisted his cock, spurting cum all over the shower walls, crying my name as his orgasm shuddered through him. I’d heard him. And seen him.
He loved to jack off thinking about me. And I loved watching him do it, too. I loved slipping into the bathroom, fingerfucking myself while he jacked off in the shower. He called my name and my pussy gushed.
Today was the day my pussy would shatter all over his cock.
A few whispering steps took me to the bed. Blanket barely covering his cock, I trailed my fingers up his legs, then gripping his thighs. Thumbs stroked down and under his balls, pressing into his forbidden pucker.
I licked his length, swirled my tongue around his mushroom cap, and sucked him down my throat. Silken shaft hardened and lengthened in my mouth. I purred and pulled him from my lips with a pop, then traced the vein on the underside of his shaft with my tongue.
One at a time, I sucked his balls into my mouth, groaning at the rough, yet soft, texture. He pushed his hips up, one hand stroking my hair.
“Fuck, yeah. That’s good, baby.” His breathing hitched. He mumbled, still half-asleep, about how much he loved special kisses. “Oh, Sally. That’s so good.”
I grinned and swirled my tongue up his length. He’d been dreaming about me. Said my name while I sucked his cock in his sleep. Perfect.
Lips wet, finger pressing my throbbing clit, I kissed the tip of his cock and I moved myself over him, straddling his hips. Fingertips stroking him, spreading pre-cum up and down his cock, I notched him at my pussy and sank down, taking him balls deep when his hips thrust up into me.
Eyes closed, he dug his fingers into my hips, leaving fingerprint-sized bruises on my creamy flesh. A feral growl burst from him. Hands on his chest, I cried out as he pounded up into me, grinding my weeping pussy down onto him.
I leaned down, brushed my lips against his, and breathed, “Oh fuck, Daddy, just like that.”
His eyes flew open. He stared at me, horror and lust warring in his amber depths. His cock hardened within me. I whimpered, rolling my hips over his rock hard dick, bringing us both closer to relief.
“Your mother is going to kill me.” He stroked the bruises he’d left on my hips, never wavering as he pounded up into me. Lust apparently won.
I giggled. Momma would tell me to move over. But my gorgeous stepfather didn’t know that. He thought he’d stepped over a line. One I’d been teasing him over for weeks.
“You started without me.” Momma stopped beside the bed, rubbing her clit and pinching her nipple.
He looked from her to me and back, shocked she wasn’t kicking off. One hand stroking his beard, he pulled her onto his face with a grin as his cock grew inside me.
Momma’s hands gripped the headboard. My hands bruised her shoulders.
She rode his tongue like the bull at the bar last night. I rode his cock the same way. He gripped her hip with one hand. His other hand stroked mine.
My orgasm welled up inside, a runaway train of sensation.
“I’m cumming. Fuck, it’s so good.” Hips rolling over his thick cock, I ground down on him and squirted all over his belly. “Fuuuckkk.”
Shivering, my body shuddered as his thumb pressed into my clit. Head back, I screamed as another climax slammed into me.
Momma near drowned him in her cunt juices, creaming all over his face. She rolled off of him, cuddling up against his side. I rolled the other way.
He threw his arms around us, pulling us both close. A kiss to each of our foreheads, and he sighed.
“Well, fuck me six ways to Sunday. I didn’t see that coming.”
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