1. The Vacation


    Date: 5/30/2017, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, First Time, Incest, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: Still A Perv, Rating: 87.8, Source: sexstories.com

    cock and the muscles around her pussy as well through the dildo I knew there was another orgasm coming, I pulled both my cock and the dildo nearly all the way out, quickly counted to five, and forced both back in as far as I could, felt, heard, and saw her tremble and shake in the throes of yet another huge orgasm which took me over the edge yet again, and I came in her bowel while she was convulsing. Admittedly, there was little sperm left in me, so my orgasm was a shadow of the previous ones, but the sight of her body coming down from an orgasmic peak was more than enough compensation. I gently pulled my now completely soft penis from her ass while slowly removing the dildo from her pussy -- which stayed wide open for a surprising time. I couldn’t believe how far into her body I could see, and marveled in the vista while it lasted. Moving off of her, I untied her hands from her ankles and pulled the gag out, then started kissing her gently, hoping I had not hurt her so much that she would never let me touch her again. Fortunately, she kissed me back and I was transported to heaven from a self imposed purgatory. “Roger … that was amazing! My wildest rape fantasies didn’t begin to match our real thing, and I get the feeling that we will be doing this for a long time, that is if we are lucky. One thing’s sure: I’m very sore down there, so it would seem that we are through for the day.” “Well, yes and no.” as I laid down next to her and gently moved my fingertips across her ...
    body, satisfied with the feel of her skin against mine. She purred softly as I felt her, and we must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew the sun was going down and we had to get dressed, pack up and head back to the real world. ****************************************** 3 *********************************** For the next week Sue and I did the usual vacation things, confident in the knowledge that there was plenty of time to continue the consummation of our new found relationship. Sure, we took many opportunities to feel each other up, kiss, and generally pet, but the urgency had abated to the point that we were satisfied with finding an hour for a languid lovemaking session behind one of the outbuildings, or once in the rundown homestead cabin for several hours. Scotty was the first to notice our changed dynamic, but seemed not to be overly curious about the why of it, preferring to take rides to the tableland on his favorite horse. One day dad, Scott, and I gathered or weapons of choice and lots of ammunition for a day of target shooting: for me my favorite -- a 1917 Eddystone .303 bolt action rifle rechambered to 30-06 with 200 rounds of 220 grain full metal jacket Korean war surplus rounds in five stack stripper clips and a 1911 .45 ACP pistol my grandfather was issued in WWI, Scott brought his beloved Woodsman with four magazines and three bricks of ammo and a Winchester 30-30 lever action, and dad insisted on bringing his Ruger .44 magnum carbine that kicked ...
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