1. Lemon House: Bill's Story (Part 2 of 2)


    Date: 6/19/2016, Categories: Bisexual, Author: GoBigCatGo, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    disappointment, the concentration. It was him. Not her. He wasn’t hard enough. He grabbed her hips and pushed hard. Her eyes closed. Why? Could she not look at him? He turned her over on to all fours, scooped what was left of his hard on into her, maybe he would be able to cum before he lost it, maybe this would be the baby… Her hole slowly tensed. He pulled out. She slumped onto her front, and he lay on top of her, nestling his limp dick in the cleft of her bum. He kissed her neck, she patted his cheek. Neither of them spoke. # The bed shifted weirdly and Bill woke up just in time to see Stephanie’s bare bottom in the moonlight, disappearing out of the bedroom door, closing it with a soft click behind. He sat up, blinking. She was naked. He swung out of bed, wrapped one of the discarded, tiny towels around his waist, and looked out in the hall. In the distance, Stephanie’s foot disappeared and a door closed. Was Stephanie that close to Fleur, that she could be naked with her? After one week? His curiosity overpowering his inhibitions he trotted softly down the plush corridor. It was easy to find Stephanie, as Fleur seemed incapable of moderating her voice. He stopped by a door. “I am sorry, Stephanie. I just don’t… like him, your big Willy.” She sniggered. Stephanie kept her voice low, but it was easy to get the conversation from Fleur’s input alone. “How can you find him attractive, he is so big. And lumpy.” Murmur of exclamation. “You might like muscle and hair and animal ...
    smells. I don’t. I thought he would be…. elegant like you. Gentle. Oh…” Fleur seemed to be struggling with something. Stephanie was quiet. Fleur ranted on. “And his member! That ugly grand baguette!” She sighed, said something encouraging. Was Stephanie crying? Sweet girl. Bill felt tortured, putting her through all this… Hang on. Fleur had seen him naked? She watched them? Bill felt the floor lurch as his world re-assembled. “Merde,” Fleur burst, but it was an odd tone. Not angry. Then a noise from Stephanie. A noise like a shotgun shell to his gut. A low, happy, hum of pleasure. Bill dropped to his knees and found the keyhole, found the girls. His hand found his mouth and tears welled. The bed was opposite the door, curtains and windows wide, casting a slab of moonlight across it. Bright as day. Stephanie was lying on her back up the middle of the bed. Fleur’s arms were spread across the headboard; knees splayed in a crouch over his wife’s face. Stephanie’s tongue lapped up the stranger’s cunt and hummed like it was ice cream. Tracks of wetness glinted off her cheeks in the moonlight. “Mm!” She pressed her mouth harder to Fleur. Her knees raised, then butterflied flat to the bed, opening herself up. She shook her hips. “You are sure?” Fleur said, “I am allowed to now? You won’t cum before me?” “Mm!” “Oh…” Fleur curled over his wife’s body, like a feeding animal, “ Oui…” But for the terrible moans of pleasure, the girls were quiet as they nuzzled heads between each other’s ...
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