Just One Inch

“Unnnh!” I squealed. “Unnh! Unnh! Unnh!” I loved every second of it, his cock so deep in me, my pussy sucking him tight. He paused for a moment to reach under my body and rub my clit with one hand as he pounded me hard. It was too much. I started coming immediately, my cunt clamping down hard on his dick as my pussy spasmed in ecstasy, seizing onto that rod, pulsing with pleasure.

The feel of my cunt giving it up must have driven him over the edge because Jake began spurting into my hot depths, streams of man milk coating my insides, shooting deep into my fertile fields. The hot white was so delicious, so copious that it seeped out between our bodies, dripping down my thighs wetly as his balls slapped my behind, making sure I took the full load.

The truth is that I was such a slut. With a sly look I reached behind me and squeezed his sacks, making sure he pumped every drop into my little body. I wanted it bad, and having this man buried in my cunt was the epitome of gratification.

Except that he was engaged to my sister.

8

Jake

I fucking lost my mind. Seeing Matt flirt with Tina drove me over the edge and I basically assaulted her in the women’s restroom. It was fucking shameful and I was an animal. Without even bothering with niceties, I drilled the little girl deep, forcing her to take my cock and pounding that vag like it was my personal cockholster.

But at least the girl liked it. Tina was warm, voluptuous, and insatiable in my arms. She kissed my cock every chance she could get, licking at it hungrily when I straddled her boobs. And I least we knew each other’s names now. That was a step in the right direction.

“Oh fuck,” I roared as I came, spurting everything I could into her. It was only later that I realized the import of what I’d done. Just like before … no contraception. What the fuck was wrong with me? What was it about this minx that made me forget everything I knew? If I wasn’t mistaken, there were even some free condoms in the basket on the table, right next to the fancy lotions and hairsprays. What the fuck was my problem?

Everything about Tina was heaven though. She was all creamy skin and lush, voluptuous curves, complete with a juicy twat and bouncy breasts. Her lips up top and below were the palest pink, but once you spread them, she was a deep ruby, that glistening flesh beckoning to me like water in a desert. I was dying to taste her twat again, that tangy flavor uniquely her own as it burned my tongue.

Funny, the girl was ignoring me now. She stood like nothing had happened and began pulling on her dress. I almost laughed at how comical this scene was. I was still naked and sprawled on the couch, her juices literally wet on my dick, and Tina was getting dressed, ignoring me as she smoothed her hair and fixed her make-up at the vanity.

“Are you going to tell me how you ended up here?” I rumbled, stretching my arms across the back of the divan.

“Are you going to tell me how you ended up here? Other than the fact that you’ve been sleeping with my sister?” she spat in return, not meeting my eyes.

Okay, I had a fireball on my hands. But I kind of liked it. At least she was upfront and sassy, not some scheming devious bitch out to get my money.

“I didn’t know she was your sister,” I rumbled in return. “Maybe you should have told me,” I said nonchalantly.

That got the cat. Tina spun on her heels, those glorious brown curls flying out in disarray, eyes flashing. For a brief second, her eyes widened at my hulking male form nude on the couch before her, but she recovered admirably.

“For your information, I did try to find you after that night but you seemed to have disappeared,” she bit out, two spots of color high on her cheeks. I didn’t blame her. I was purposefully taunting her, and her sheer sassiness was making my blood pump a little faster, my body hardening at the sight of my little wildcat with her claws out.

“Oh yeah? What did you do to find me?” I asked casually, feigning boredom.

She paused for a moment. “I scanned Craigslist missed connections,” she said. “I figured you might look for me there.”

“We were just two guests at a random party,” I said, shrugging. “If Craigslist is the best you can do, then you definitely don’t have a career as a private eye before you.”

“I’m not a private eye, I’m a law student,” she snapped. “And why was I supposed to look for you? Like you said, we were just two guests at a party. Maybe I wanted an anonymous fling … you know, what everyone does these days.”