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The Battered Lamp Chapter Six: The Lust of the Warrior

Date: 1/22/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Domination/submission, Exhibitionism, Incest, Male / Females, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Voyeurism, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 92.6, Source: sexstories.com

blared from his pocket, reaching into Kyle's lust-fogged mind. Christy's calling. I should answer that. But...she feel so wonderful. I need to cum. The song kept blaring, the lyrics of his girlfriend's favorite song. “What's that?” Fumi moaned. “That song?” “My girlfriend's calling! I should...oh, fuck, that's nice! Keep doing that with your pussy!” “Before you met me I was a wreck,” Katy Perry's dulcets sang from his phone; the guilt rose inside Kyle, “but things were kinda heavy, you brought me back to life.” “Answer it,” moaned Fumi. “She's your girlfriend.” “Yeah.” He stopped pumping, still buried to the hilt in her. He fished his phone of his pocket. “What?” He winced, his voice full of frustration. “Oh, I-I'm sorry,” Christy answered and he could almost see her flinch. He sighed. “No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you, Christy.” “I don't mean to disturb you Kyle, it's just...” “You're not disturbing me,” he lied, wanting to pound the shit out of Fumi's pussy until he came. “What is it?” “I need your help.” Fumi suddenly pulled away from him, his cock leaving her wonderful depths. “Wait!” He tried to grab her, but she shrugged out of his grasp. “What's going on, Kyle?” his girlfriend asked. “Just my...um...sister.” Christy giggled. “Is she's being a brat again?” “Always,” he muttered. Fumi was already half-way to her house, her panties bunched around her right ankle still. She turned around, smiled, and mouthed, “Wednesday,” then she fled into her house. “Damn,” ... Kyle muttered, leaning against his car, his cock jutting painfully before him. “So, what's wrong, Christy.” “My car won't start. I need to be rescued by my strong, handsome boyfriend.” “Yeah. I'll be right there.” “You don't sound so excited. I can call my parents. I just thought...” “No, no. I'll be right there. Where are you?” Kyle punched in the address into his phone, and headed to rescue his girlfriend. Maybe Christy will let me fuck her? He shoved his aching cock back into his pants, being careful not to catch himself as he zipped up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fumi walked into her house, closed the door behind her, and leaned against it, sighing. That was too close. Her poor body ached for cum. Part of her wanted to go out there and let Kyle finish what he started even if he died. She forced that part down, breathing deeply. I am in control of my desires! They do not control me! “Is he dead?” Her mother's voice startled her. “What?” Fumi asked, trying to shake the lust from her mind. “Is the poor boy dead?” “No, Mother.” Only almost. Fear and guilt rose in her; she had lost control tonight and almost killed him. An eyebrow raised on Mother's face, then she bent down and tugged at the pair of panties bunched around her right ankle. Fumi stepped out of them. “Really?” Her mother raised an eyebrow with the soaked panties, stained with Kyle's cum that had leaked out of her well-fucked ass. “It was close, but I resisted my urges.” Her mother licked her lips, eyeing the cum ...