1. Thursday Gamer, Chapter 2


    Date: 3/2/2020, Categories: Cuckold Author: tlogtlom, Source: LushStories

    Izaak was not fazed with the way I talked to his wife while I was fucking her. I called her my bitch. I ordered her, “Jerk me off with your cunt. Use that pass-around pussy the way it is supposed to be used, fucking anybody I tell you to fuck.” He joined us on the bed, as we recovered from an intense sexual adventure. Karen whispered that we were not through. Instead, she told her husband to reclaim her. And reclaim he did! Izaak gave his wife a lingering kiss on the lips, and a hand went to her tit, massaging it. He asked her, “You want it now, like last time?” “Uh huh. I need that,” she whimpered. He dipped his fingers into her cunt and brought them out covered with my cum and her juices as well. The first batch went on her tits. The second, into her waiting lips. She sucked our secretions off his fingers, then he kissed her while his sticky fingers were still in her mouth. Karen licked his fingers. “Mmm,” Karen teased. “You like the taste of my cunt with Greg all inside it, don’t you?” He answered, “You like it too. Are you ready to teach our guest how to fuck?” “Yeah, daddy,” she answered, and got on all fours with Izaak behind her. The man kneeling behind her pulled on his dick, coaxing it to its full measure. He was still able to brag, “I sent her to a special dancing class. They call it twerking, and she even does it in a dance routine for my fraternity.” To Karen, he said, “Do it. Do it like you do in class.” Karen started to move her ass in circles, arching her ...
    ... back to elevate her ass and her cunt. She used a clear, loud voice, “You like that, baby, don’t you. Greg likes it too, I can tell by his dick getting hard.” I was guilty as charged, watching her move her ass in impossible circles then buck like riding a horse. She caught me looking and panted, “It ain’t a donkey I’m riding, it’s a fucking stallion!” Her stallion pushed forward just enough to enter her. I could tell when he made contact because she flinched at the size of the marshmallow head. Karen made that ‘O’ with her lips rounding, sucking in air and breathing out. Izaak was humming. Suddenly, I realized he had put some music on and was moving to a song I had only heard once or twice. I tried to place it and realized it was an up-tempo version of “King of Hearts”. It had a beat for dirty dancing and seducing women. They knew the song and its theme. At every verse or line or somewhere as the song progressed, he went deeper. By the end of the song, he was balls deep again, and she grunted every time he shoved in further. I realized, “Holy shit. They are making love to a mixtape, with me right here watching.” Of course, a major attraction was Karen’s tits, which alternately rocked or were buried in the sheets or mauled. Karen’s husband was tall enough to reach around and use her tits as handles, pulling her toward him, then away. I thought, “Damn, he is a stallion, riding her like that. Fuck! He’s using her tits as reins, moving her whole body this way and that.” This married ...
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