1. Inseminating Cathy (mff s****r In Law)


    Date: 1/28/2016, Categories: Taboo, Author: Mrbigdick2014, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    like what I expected. Ann met me at the shower door as I turned off the water and grabbed a towel. “Good thinking,” she said, referring to the decision to get washed. Hey, an ‘A’ for effort I thought. That’s got to be worth something. I had never been a man susceptible to performance issues. And, ordinarily, the thought of screwing Ann’s baby s****r--not just with Ann’s permission, but at Ann’s insistence--would have been plenty of reason for me to ‘rise’ to the occasion. However, tonight was proving to be a night of first, and I was worried that it might be a night of firsts in the performance area, too. I gently toweled the water from my body and applied a couple sprits of cologne. Meanwhile, Ann reappeared from her closet wearing one of her wispy nighties. “Why’d you put that on?” I asked. “Well, I thought I would look pretty silly in there in jeans while the two of you are doing it.” “In there? You mean that you are going to be in the room with us while I’m doing your s****r? Honey, I am not sure that I can perform under that type of pressure.” “Well, let’s see what happens. Cathy insists. Says that it will seem a lot less like cheating if I am there, too. It will be sort of like I am giving my blessing.” I looked at her with bewilderment. “Hey, we’re supposed to be doing this for her. I figure it is the least I can do. Plus,” she said again turning to me, “I want to see the look on your face when you stick that big dick of yours into her tight, little twat.” Whoa, where ...
    did that come from? I looked for a moment into Ann’s eyes. I could tell that she was serious. What had I gotten myself into? **** I had been told what to expect. The lights would be dimmed; Cathy would be dressed in Ann’s terrycloth robe. The plan, as it was explained to me, was to have Cathy position herself doggie-style over an ottoman which they had placed in the room at the foot of the bed. Cathy would then hike up the robe to allow me to “access” Cathy’s pussy with my cock. This obviously well scripted and blocked approach to sexual relations did nothing to ease my performance anxiety issues. I really wondered if I would be able to perform, to hit my requisite mark, when called upon to do so by the script. Ann assured me that she would be there to assist me when and how I needed to get the job done. She assumed that these assurances would ease my fears. They didn’t. Ann knocked gently at our guest room door. “Come in,” I heard Cathy say from behind the door. It’s show time, I thought to myself. As Ann pushed the door open, I saw Cathy standing before the guest bed. As promised, she wore Ann’s white terrycloth robe d****d across her shoulders and cinched tightly about her waist. Notwithstanding the bulky robe, it was impossible not to realize that concealed beneath it was the lithe form of a sexy woman not yet twenty-three years of age. I felt my thirty-three year-old frame respond on an instinctive level to her impending deflowering. How many other men have been where I ...
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