1. 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

    “I'm not wearing any panties. I need you to fuck me so badly!” “But we're outs—” She kissed him, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth, while her hands fumbled at his pants. She pulled his cock out; he felt sticky with precum. He shoved her against her car and she wrapped her arms around his neck and her thighs around his waist, pulling him into her. She moaned, her head resting on his shoulder as he sank into her. Ms. Franklin watched from her living room window. Christy beamed at her teacher, moaned loudly, and humped her boyfriend. “Fuck me, Kyle! I love your cock! Nothing's better than fucking you!” She hoped the bitch heard her. She was almost positive the teacher had tried to break them up. How dare she try and split us apart! Kyle's cock stirred her passions quickly. It was dark on the street, but cars would drive-by. They were partly shielded by her car, and she imagined that they looked like a pair of kissing teenagers, but the danger of getting caught fueled her lusts. She bucked harder against him, kissing his neck and digging her fingers into his jacket as she clawed his back. “Jesus!” Kyle groaned. “I don't know what got into you, but, fuck, I love it!” “I'm gonna cum!” Her body erupted with magma-hot passion. “Can you feel my pussy spasming on you? Can you feel the pleasure I'm getting?” “Yes! You're milking my cock! You're pussy's hungry for my cream!” “It is! Feed me! Fill me up with your cum!” He grunted. Cum squirted into her. Thick, hot, wet, basting ...
    her insides with Kyle's passion. She clung to him, savoring the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her guilt crashed against her. I cheated on this wonderful man! Oh goddess, what a mess I've made of things! She shook, but not in pleasure. Tears ran hot down her face. She wanted to beg his forgiveness and confess the entire sordid mess to him. Fear held her tongue. “What's wrong?” Kyle asked. “Oh fuck, did I hurt you? Was I too rough?” She shook her head. “I've just had a bad day.” She sniffed, kissing his cheek. “Thank you for rescuing me.” “Always,” he whispered, holding her. “I love you, Christy.” Another wave of tears came, her body wracked by sobs. She needed to find a way out. She didn't want to be cheating on this great guy. She buried her face against his chest as he stroked her brown, curly hair. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kyle couldn't figure out what was wrong with his girlfriend's car or his girlfriend. It took almost fifteen minutes before she had regained her composure. He had held the entire time, soothing her before she finally pulled away. “Sorry,” she had sniffed. “Don't be,” he had smiled, popping the hood of her car. He couldn't see anything wrong with it after fiddling with the wires. He really didn't know much about cars though. Aaliyah, I wish that Christy's car worked. *Christy is not part of your harem yet, my love. So her car is not part of our hearth.* There was a pause, then she added, *You can make a wish and add her to the harem.* I want her to join on ...
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