1. 09. Amber, and Betraying Pearl


    Date: 7/9/2016, Categories: Cuckold, Author: GoBigCatGo, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    herself and jolt as she came, wriggling it with itching movements inside her. I took longer, a little safety pin of guilt fastening me up inside and she sighed and licked her wet finger, smiling triumphantly at me. “Can’t cum?” She purred, still seeming to enjoy the sight of me frantically pulling at my cock. “Oh yes, you’re the Pussy-Boy aren’t you, hmm?” She pulled off her boots and leggings and spread her legs. Amber’s labia were much larger than her Pearl’s, with a pierced clit. She slapped at her soggy folds. They wobbled like jelly. “You need this, Pussy-Boy?” she trilled to me as if was a scared kitten. “Wanna eat some cunt?” I wanted this over. This was wrong. But in the state I was in, precum oozing down my aching shaft, I didn’t care. My backed up horn didn’t just want release. It wanted harm. I arched as I felt my orgasm rise. Amber yelped, “Yippee!” just like her sister had, leaping joyously into the pool that sunny day. Then she pounced on me, dropping her sex onto my face and curling her tongue out to my cock as I wanked. I could feel her lips against my fist and her tongue ...
    flickering at the end as she rolled her hips at my mouth. I sucked her musky vulva – gold stud and all – into my mouth and rolled my tongue around it. In seconds, I was tripping her off into another orgasm, sending hot breath billowing over my jerking member and unleashing mine. This set off a burst of cries from Amber as she gobbled my bursting head into her. We sucked at each other and groaned and twitched as our mouths both absorbed and stimulated in an almost agonising spiral. Tears welled up in my eyes, whether of guilt or relief, I don’t know, but I threw my arms around Amber’s hips and hugged my face tight to her pulsing cunt, thrusting into her wild, guzzling mouth. As it faded, Amber laughed throatily, slurping her tongue around my slimy cock head while I plunged into a deep hole of remorse. Trapped beneath her legs, I only heard the living room door open. Pearl’s voice, bright and breezy. “I got breakfast…” I closed my eyes. Amber lifted her head off me. Then silence. Stillness. Something dripped, thickly, onto my stomach. The door clicked shut softly, and I never saw Pearl again.
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