1. Tartan Blanket


    Date: 9/9/2016, Categories: Cheating, Author: marlowe, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    growing into dissonant words that he didn’t want to hear. Glancing in the rear-view mirror, making sure there were no suspicious looks from his father, lowering his zip with agonising slowness and forcing a cough into his hand, trying to mute the painful rasping noises from the metal teeth coming apart. Without waiting for an invitation she slipped her hand inside the tight fabric, feeling the firmness of his youthful flesh growing beneath the warm confines of his briefs, squeezing her hand inside the tight opening, trying to liberate the throbbing limb from his pants, hissing her frustration through tight lips when she was unable to gain entry. Holding his breath and lifting his buttocks slightly from the vinyl seat, trying not to make too much noise, slipping his hands into the waist and sliding his pants over his thighs, never once taking his eyes off the driver or the drunk snoring next to him. The awesome length, the formidable girth and the firmness of his virile cock throbbing in her hand forced a deep throaty gasp, accidently breaking the silence. “What was that Eileen? Did you say something?” Eddie asked, his questioning eyes looking back through the rear-view mirror. The unexpected question caught her by surprise, her fingers tightening around the fleshy limb, her eyes searching for an answer. “Oh, I was just wondering if Malcolm was okay,” she replied, with an easy calm, relaxing her vice-like-grip on his swollen flesh. “He’s okay. He’s sleeping like a baby,” ...
    Eddie confirmed, through a cloud of smoke. Ignoring the brief interruption, continuing her journey of sexual discovery, familiarity flirting with expectation, the pulse between her legs teasing her senses, closing her fingers in a tight fist around the girth, moving her hands slowly and deliberate, working the length back and forth, gripping the meaty flesh on the down stroke, feeling his pubic hair brushing against her hand, holding it for a moment before easing her grip on the way back, pulling the loose foreskin over the smooth head, feeling a sticky deposit oozing from the open eye, moving his hips to the persuasion of touch, his legs stiffening, the pace of her hand increasing, back and forth, pulling and tugging, gulps and mumbles vague, his release only seconds away. “Not far now,” Eddie announced, pointing a finger at the brightly lit signpost with one arrow pointing to Newcastle and another pointing to Gateshead. “I’m looking forward to seeing Ellen, although I wished it could have been under different circumstances,” Eileen replied, working his cock back and forth. “It’s been a long time,” she added, raising her voice an octave, hoping it would mute any signs of mischief going on in the back of the car. “Too long in fact,” she said as his balls exploded, spewing out a phenomenal quantity of milky white cargo in four repetitive bursts, decorating her hand, smearing his stomach and coating the inside of the tartan blanket. Eddie carried his brother to the front door. Mark ...
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