my 28 year old pregnant elder sister-in-law Cheryl just gave birth to a healthy baby girl, Jamie. she’s one of the brave souls who dare to breast feed nowadays despite the pain of breast engorgement. usually, she would just squeeze the excesses into a milk bottle and put in the fridge.
just 2 weeks ago, my brother had to go on a business trip for a month. then she had to stay over at my place with me and my parents for this period of time. day in and day out, she breastfed my niece in the living room and in her room with the door open. although this is my elder sis, i can’t help but catch a glimpse of those swollen and firm busts.
maybe she thought we are family so it doesn’t matter. but her defenses were a little too low. from the sides of her breasts, i could tell she was at least a D cup. blessed with good genes, she had no signs of post-pregnancy. her flat tummy and flawlessly fair skin were as stunning as before. her face was a splitting image of Viann Zhang, the Chinese actress. Damn my bro was a lucky man. Even on bad hair days, she could turn heads on the streets.
on the second day of her stay, after the baby had slept and she was squeezing the excess milk into a bottle, she lamented to me that sometimes the breast pump it hurts quite a lot when she couldn’t get rid of the milk in her breasts quick enough. to lighten the mood somewhat, i joked that perhaps my brother could give her a hand. for unknown reasons, her face flushed red and look away.
there was an awkward silence between us. i faked a laugh and apologised for that insensitive remark. she shook her head and murmured softly that he does lend a hand. seeing that i was puzzled, she further revealed in a soft voice that he had to emulate the baby by physically sucking the excess milk out. i was surprised that she could be so open with me, so i just nodded my head. while she continued to pump her breast milk out with the apparatus, she grimaced a little. i was worried about her.
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runroader
my 28 year old pregnant elder sister-in-law Cheryl just gave birth to a healthy baby girl, Jamie. she’s one of the brave souls who dare to breast feed nowadays despite the pain of breast engorgement. usually, she would just squeeze the excesses into a milk bottle and put in the fridge.
just 2 weeks ago, my brother had to go on a business trip for a month. then she had to stay over at my place with me and my parents for this period of time. day in and day out, she breastfed my niece in the living room and in her room with the door open. although this is my elder sis, i can’t help but catch a glimpse of those swollen and firm busts.
maybe she thought we are family so it doesn’t matter. but her defenses were a little too low. from the sides of her breasts, i could tell she was at least a D cup. blessed with good genes, she had no signs of post-pregnancy. her flat tummy and flawlessly fair skin were as stunning as before. her face was a splitting image of Viann Zhang, the Chinese actress. Damn my bro was a lucky man. Even on bad hair days, she could turn heads on the streets.
on the second day of her stay, after the baby had slept and she was squeezing the excess milk into a bottle, she lamented to me that sometimes the breast pump it hurts quite a lot when she couldn’t get rid of the milk in her breasts quick enough. to lighten the mood somewhat, i joked that perhaps my brother could give her a hand. for unknown reasons, her face flushed red and look away.
there was an awkward silence between us. i faked a laugh and apologised for that insensitive remark. she shook her head and murmured softly that he does lend a hand. seeing that i was puzzled, she further revealed in a soft voice that he had to emulate the baby by physically sucking the excess milk out. i was surprised that she could be so open with me, so i just nodded my head. while she continued to pump her breast milk out with the apparatus, she grimaced a little. i was worried about her.
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what was i supposed to do? i could only go back to bed. just as i stood up to leave, a tear rolled down her face as it was obviously getting very painful for her. i could only stand by helplessly as i watched she work the apparatus fruitlessly. For a good few minutes i stood by. just as i turned to excuse myself to go back to my room, she suddenly pulled me back by the hem of my t-shirt.
she had given up and the pain was a little too much to bear. she almost chocked on her tears while she complained that she wouldn’t be able to get any rest with this problem. i wanted to help but that wouldn’t seem right. i mean, it was already quite awkward that she breastfeeds openly around the house. to look at her bare-chested while we were alone in the living room would be so wrong. but she seemed genuinely desperate.
I asked her what i could do to help. she replied that she needed an extra hand to massage the soft lumps in her breasts to soften them as she tried to pump her milk out. i agreed. i even volunteered to close my eyes while helping her out with this. she stroked my face in reciprocation of my sweet consideration.
with eyes shut, i extended my right hand towards her as she remained seated on the sofa. she took me by the wrist and put my hand on one of her breasts.my medium sized hand could barely cover the entire area of her large, swollen breast. she instructed me to feel for the soft lumps under her skin. i felt around for a bit and found several. she told me to press and massage them till they almost liquefy.
at first i did it timidly. it was really awkward but deep down i was enjoying the feel of my palms on her smooth, supple skin. i was getting a little turned on while she patiently waited for me to get the hang of it.
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runroader
what was i supposed to do? i could only go back to bed. just as i stood up to leave, a tear rolled down her face as it was obviously getting very painful for her. i could only stand by helplessly as i watched she work the apparatus fruitlessly. For a good few minutes i stood by. just as i turned to excuse myself to go back to my room, she suddenly pulled me back by the hem of my t-shirt.
she had given up and the pain was a little too much to bear. she almost chocked on her tears while she complained that she wouldn’t be able to get any rest with this problem. i wanted to help but that wouldn’t seem right. i mean, it was already quite awkward that she breastfeeds openly around the house. to look at her bare-chested while we were alone in the living room would be so wrong. but she seemed genuinely desperate.
I asked her what i could do to help. she replied that she needed an extra hand to massage the soft lumps in her breasts to soften them as she tried to pump her milk out. i agreed. i even volunteered to close my eyes while helping her out with this. she stroked my face in reciprocation of my sweet consideration.
with eyes shut, i extended my right hand towards her as she remained seated on the sofa. she took me by the wrist and put my hand on one of her breasts.my medium sized hand could barely cover the entire area of her large, swollen breast. she instructed me to feel for the soft lumps under her skin. i felt around for a bit and found several. she told me to press and massage them till they almost liquefy.
at first i did it timidly. it was really awkward but deep down i was enjoying the feel of my palms on her smooth, supple skin. i was getting a little turned on while she patiently waited for me to get the hang of it.
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it is alright to press harder, she said. i think she could feel my unease about all this. but on the other hand, i wasn’t doing a very good job in what she required. she was frustrated and getting impatient. she took me by surprise when she suddenly grabbed my hand and guided me on how to knead the soft lumps with her hand on mine.
the considerably more forceful kneading and the inevitable rubbing of my palm on her nipples that she demonstrated to me reminded me of the stuff i see on adult massage videos. it was like foreplay. i could feel the firmness of her youthful mum-tits. it didn’t take long for me to be able to feel the hardening nipples in my hand.
I was slowly really getting the hang of it. her breathing quickened as i worked her milky soft boob. i could even feel her heartbeat in her chest. it was getting faster. was it due to the pain? was it ticklish? was she getting very impatient with me? or was it…….?
damn, all kinds of messy thoughts were flowing into my head. but this is my brother’s trophy wife i am talking about. yes, it is wierd but we are family aren’t we? i kept giving myself reasons to rationalise these strange vibes that i’m feeling deep down inside. time seemed to slow down as she focused back onto pumping milk into the bottle as she let me work her tit-flesh without anymore guidance. the living room was getting stuffy.
my palms were sweating and so was she. i could smell her sweet-smelling shampoo as she swept her hair aside. her heartbeat didn’t let up and her breathes hinted of some peculiar physical stimulation that seemed to go in tandem with every squeeze and press of my fingers on her sizeable tit. it was having an effect on me as well, as i could feel myself tensing up and blood flowing rapidly into my lower organ. i was getting hard.
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Originally Posted by
runroader
it is alright to press harder, she said. i think she could feel my unease about all this. but on the other hand, i wasn’t doing a very good job in what she required. she was frustrated and getting impatient. she took me by surprise when she suddenly grabbed my hand and guided me on how to knead the soft lumps with her hand on mine.
the considerably more forceful kneading and the inevitable rubbing of my palm on her nipples that she demonstrated to me reminded me of the stuff i see on adult massage videos. it was like foreplay. i could feel the firmness of her youthful mum-tits. it didn’t take long for me to be able to feel the hardening nipples in my hand.
I was slowly really getting the hang of it. her breathing quickened as i worked her milky soft boob. i could even feel her heartbeat in her chest. it was getting faster. was it due to the pain? was it ticklish? was she getting very impatient with me? or was it…….?
damn, all kinds of messy thoughts were flowing into my head. but this is my brother’s trophy wife i am talking about. yes, it is wierd but we are family aren’t we? i kept giving myself reasons to rationalise these strange vibes that i’m feeling deep down inside. time seemed to slow down as she focused back onto pumping milk into the bottle as she let me work her tit-flesh without anymore guidance. the living room was getting stuffy.
my palms were sweating and so was she. i could smell her sweet-smelling shampoo as she swept her hair aside. her heartbeat didn’t let up and her breathes hinted of some peculiar physical stimulation that seemed to go in tandem with every squeeze and press of my fingers on her sizeable tit. it was having an effect on me as well, as i could feel myself tensing up and blood flowing rapidly into my lower organ. i was getting hard.
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i tried to divert my thoughts. i tried to focus on all kinds of nonsense that i could think. but it didn’t work. not with my hand still on that firm breast. i opened my eyes a little and took a peek. her hands were still on that breast pump but she wasn’t concentrating well. her eyes were looking at my direction but not really seeing me. there was a distant look in her eyes.
i looked downwards to my right hand on her breast. the contrast of my tanned skin against her fairness, the firmness of her young motherly tit-flesh against my bony fingers. the soft flesh spilling out by the sides as my hands could not contain the size of her hefty boob. i was seriously mistaken about her size. they were at least an E cup. there in the center of my sweaty palm was that now-stiff and rubbery little nub.
by pretending to shift my fingers, i lifted my hand just enough to sneak a peek under my palm. i saw her smallish, pink areola. as fresh looking as a young girl, so unfittingly small in the centre of her oversized tit. And i looked further down her bathrobe-clad body. i could also see a little of her slim waist through the opening of her robe. then i tried to peek further down that small, curvacious waist down to the flair of her sexy, womanly hips. but that was as far as i could see through that open robe.
for her to have this heavenly figure despite having just given birth was just plain unbelievable. i looked up at her face and admired her soft, milky-white skin before closing my eyes once again and focusing back on savoring the feel of her tit-flesh in my hands.
by now, most of the lumps had softened and she could pump her breast milk out more easily. but alas, the milk bottle was already almost full to the brim. she hadn’t brought all her babystuff to my parent’s place and the other spare bottles were in the sink still unwashed. the milk was flowing steadily and something needs to contain it fast or it will overflow onto her robe.
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runroader
i tried to divert my thoughts. i tried to focus on all kinds of nonsense that i could think. but it didn’t work. not with my hand still on that firm breast. i opened my eyes a little and took a peek. her hands were still on that breast pump but she wasn’t concentrating well. her eyes were looking at my direction but not really seeing me. there was a distant look in her eyes.
i looked downwards to my right hand on her breast. the contrast of my tanned skin against her fairness, the firmness of her young motherly tit-flesh against my bony fingers. the soft flesh spilling out by the sides as my hands could not contain the size of her hefty boob. i was seriously mistaken about her size. they were at least an E cup. there in the center of my sweaty palm was that now-stiff and rubbery little nub.
by pretending to shift my fingers, i lifted my hand just enough to sneak a peek under my palm. i saw her smallish, pink areola. as fresh looking as a young girl, so unfittingly small in the centre of her oversized tit. And i looked further down her bathrobe-clad body. i could also see a little of her slim waist through the opening of her robe. then i tried to peek further down that small, curvacious waist down to the flair of her sexy, womanly hips. but that was as far as i could see through that open robe.
for her to have this heavenly figure despite having just given birth was just plain unbelievable. i looked up at her face and admired her soft, milky-white skin before closing my eyes once again and focusing back on savoring the feel of her tit-flesh in my hands.
by now, most of the lumps had softened and she could pump her breast milk out more easily. but alas, the milk bottle was already almost full to the brim. she hadn’t brought all her babystuff to my parent’s place and the other spare bottles were in the sink still unwashed. the milk was flowing steadily and something needs to contain it fast or it will overflow onto her robe.
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just as her breast milk was about to overflow from the breast pump, she almost screamed at me to run to the kitchen to get some other container for it. my eyes shot open but as soon as i got up from my seat, the excess milk flowed down from the breast cup and stained her robe. she was at a loss and in her extreme frustration, she suddenly put her hand on the back of my head.
with a plopping sound, she removed the breast cup of the pump and pulled me face-first towards her chest. i instinctly opened my mouth and latched onto her nipple. i was totally surprised and confused by this sudden turn of events while warm bodily milk flowed steadily as i drank. i had to use my tongue to flick her nip as i sucked to keep the milk flowing and she grunted with shy elation as the pressure in her mammaries eased.
almost thrown off my balance by her pull, i had to hold on to her waist to keep myself from crashing forward against her chest. i was practically hugging her waist as i sucked her breast. i could feel her quick, short breaths blowing onto the top of my head. she relaxed her body as the pain subsided while my drinking mouth gave her the much-needed relief.
she leaned back onto the sofa and made herself more comfortable. my weight shifted a little forward and i slipped my arms around her waist in a more natural hug. i had to keep reminding myself this was my sister-in-law and i’m only helping her out with her painful, swollen breast. i was still trying to lie to myself that i wasn’t enjoying sucking her enlarged boob.
i didn’t dare to look at her. what if she saw the lust in my eyes? if there was only one thing i could tell, was that she had gone into total relaxation. her hands had fallen to her sides and she was just letting me work my mouth on her in whichever manner i deem fit. the only reaction i got from her was when my tongue flicked a little too rough on her nipples and her body would shudder uncontrollably.
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Originally Posted by
runroader
just as her breast milk was about to overflow from the breast pump, she almost screamed at me to run to the kitchen to get some other container for it. my eyes shot open but as soon as i got up from my seat, the excess milk flowed down from the breast cup and stained her robe. she was at a loss and in her extreme frustration, she suddenly put her hand on the back of my head.
with a plopping sound, she removed the breast cup of the pump and pulled me face-first towards her chest. i instinctly opened my mouth and latched onto her nipple. i was totally surprised and confused by this sudden turn of events while warm bodily milk flowed steadily as i drank. i had to use my tongue to flick her nip as i sucked to keep the milk flowing and she grunted with shy elation as the pressure in her mammaries eased.
almost thrown off my balance by her pull, i had to hold on to her waist to keep myself from crashing forward against her chest. i was practically hugging her waist as i sucked her breast. i could feel her quick, short breaths blowing onto the top of my head. she relaxed her body as the pain subsided while my drinking mouth gave her the much-needed relief.
she leaned back onto the sofa and made herself more comfortable. my weight shifted a little forward and i slipped my arms around her waist in a more natural hug. i had to keep reminding myself this was my sister-in-law and i’m only helping her out with her painful, swollen breast. i was still trying to lie to myself that i wasn’t enjoying sucking her enlarged boob.
i didn’t dare to look at her. what if she saw the lust in my eyes? if there was only one thing i could tell, was that she had gone into total relaxation. her hands had fallen to her sides and she was just letting me work my mouth on her in whichever manner i deem fit. the only reaction i got from her was when my tongue flicked a little too rough on her nipples and her body would shudder uncontrollably.
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the wet, sucking noises resonated in the otherwise silent living room. droplets of her sweat mixed into the taste of her breast milk as i sucked and licked on and around her nipple. i was getting a little too earnest as i explored around the skin surface i was licking on, trying to taste more and more of her tit-flesh.
i slid my right hand up and lifted her heavy, exposed left tit to drag my tongue from her nipple down to the underside of her boob. i massaged her tit and licked at sweat beneath. when i used two fingers to pinch her nipple, she moaned and her chest bumped a little from the sensitivity. as if awaken from her daze, she put both hands on top of my head to try and push me off her chest.
she was primarily trying to dislodge my mouth from her sensitive nipples but i held onto her waist even tighter, sucked even harder and flicked my tongue even rougher on her nipples. she kept at it for a while but i wasn’t done with her yet. she sensed that resistance was futile and she quickly lost the resolve to push me away. after a minute of struggle on her part, her hands fell to my shoulders.
taking advantage of her lowered defences, i grabbed the collar of her robe and pulled it wide open. with her chest completely bare in my face, i put my mouth on her dry right tit and lapped hungrily at it like i did the other one. then i slipped my arms into her robe and hugged her waist as i continued molesting her breasts with my tongue.
without a moment’s relent on her hot body, i looked up at her as i did my work. she had closed her eyes in silent resignation and her brows were knit. she was suspiciously enjoying the sensations of mouth on tit. with both my hands behind her back, i lowered my right hand down onto the hem her panties. detecting no resistance, i slipped my fingers under the thin elastic cloth.
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Originally Posted by
runroader
the wet, sucking noises resonated in the otherwise silent living room. droplets of her sweat mixed into the taste of her breast milk as i sucked and licked on and around her nipple. i was getting a little too earnest as i explored around the skin surface i was licking on, trying to taste more and more of her tit-flesh.
i slid my right hand up and lifted her heavy, exposed left tit to drag my tongue from her nipple down to the underside of her boob. i massaged her tit and licked at sweat beneath. when i used two fingers to pinch her nipple, she moaned and her chest bumped a little from the sensitivity. as if awaken from her daze, she put both hands on top of my head to try and push me off her chest.
she was primarily trying to dislodge my mouth from her sensitive nipples but i held onto her waist even tighter, sucked even harder and flicked my tongue even rougher on her nipples. she kept at it for a while but i wasn’t done with her yet. she sensed that resistance was futile and she quickly lost the resolve to push me away. after a minute of struggle on her part, her hands fell to my shoulders.
taking advantage of her lowered defences, i grabbed the collar of her robe and pulled it wide open. with her chest completely bare in my face, i put my mouth on her dry right tit and lapped hungrily at it like i did the other one. then i slipped my arms into her robe and hugged her waist as i continued molesting her breasts with my tongue.
without a moment’s relent on her hot body, i looked up at her as i did my work. she had closed her eyes in silent resignation and her brows were knit. she was suspiciously enjoying the sensations of mouth on tit. with both my hands behind her back, i lowered my right hand down onto the hem her panties. detecting no resistance, i slipped my fingers under the thin elastic cloth.
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i traced down the smooth skin of a butt cheek and felt for it’s firmness. my sis-in-law had always looked good in a pair of jeans, which accentuates her perky butt. i moved my hand south until my finger tips came in contact with some furry hair. i decided to tease her a little and gave her taut butt a tight squeeze. my finger tip brushed lightly against her soft nether flesh. her body jolted a little from the touch.
with my mouth still on her right boob to keep her mind occupied, i decided to try my luck further. i wanted to see more of her now sweaty but still very sweet-scented hot bod. i removed my hand from her panties and started to slowly undo the cotton waist belt of her bathrobe. it seemed like my sucking mouth and licking tongue were still having her full attention.
as soon as i pulled that cotton belt free, her heavy bathrobe fell open and exposed the rest of the goods. she had only a pair of thin, light green undies under the robe. the panties was lace-hemmed and the translucent, cotton gauze-cloth left nothing to my imagination.
she stared down at me with a look of shock and put up a feeble fight. she knew this was getting too far and tried to pull herself free from my hold. but i wasn’t about to let her pull the handbrakes on me, not when i was this close. defiant, i pulled her even more forcefully against me and snuggled my face into her chest.
she kept hammering her tiny fists on my back as i kissed and slurped as noisily as i could, leaving my slobber all over her breasts. it wasn’t enough to stop me in my tracks. as punishment, i bit her nipples hard, not hard enough to draw blood, one after the other. she yelped and cried. Every instant she eased off on her shaky punches, i dragged my tongue as slowly as i could, to make her feel good again. it was to let her know, pain or pleasure was her choice.
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Originally Posted by
runroader
i traced down the smooth skin of a butt cheek and felt for it’s firmness. my sis-in-law had always looked good in a pair of jeans, which accentuates her perky butt. i moved my hand south until my finger tips came in contact with some furry hair. i decided to tease her a little and gave her taut butt a tight squeeze. my finger tip brushed lightly against her soft nether flesh. her body jolted a little from the touch.
with my mouth still on her right boob to keep her mind occupied, i decided to try my luck further. i wanted to see more of her now sweaty but still very sweet-scented hot bod. i removed my hand from her panties and started to slowly undo the cotton waist belt of her bathrobe. it seemed like my sucking mouth and licking tongue were still having her full attention.
as soon as i pulled that cotton belt free, her heavy bathrobe fell open and exposed the rest of the goods. she had only a pair of thin, light green undies under the robe. the panties was lace-hemmed and the translucent, cotton gauze-cloth left nothing to my imagination.
she stared down at me with a look of shock and put up a feeble fight. she knew this was getting too far and tried to pull herself free from my hold. but i wasn’t about to let her pull the handbrakes on me, not when i was this close. defiant, i pulled her even more forcefully against me and snuggled my face into her chest.
she kept hammering her tiny fists on my back as i kissed and slurped as noisily as i could, leaving my slobber all over her breasts. it wasn’t enough to stop me in my tracks. as punishment, i bit her nipples hard, not hard enough to draw blood, one after the other. she yelped and cried. Every instant she eased off on her shaky punches, i dragged my tongue as slowly as i could, to make her feel good again. it was to let her know, pain or pleasure was her choice.
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as her punches got softer and softer, i decided to test her resolve again. i stopped my assault on her chest and let go of her waist. she was still in a dazed. by now, my man meat felt like it was about to burst free of the confines of my shorts. i stood up from the sofa and pulled my shorts down in a swift motion. My 8 inch thick manhood sprang forth and barely missed slapping her in the face.
her eyes wide open, she was staring blankly at my stiff meat rod, now angry and shaking with excitement. before she could come to terms with the gravity of the situation, i stepped closer and pointed my rod in her face. it was clear indication of what i needed her to do for me. she turned her head away and tightly closed her mouth. but i lifted her chin with one hand and squeezed her jaw with a little force.
she winced from the pain and opened up enough for me to slip my tip into her mouth. tears of shame rolled down her face as i pushed more and more of myself in. i tried to go as deep in her throat as i could. but she wasn’t cooperating much. i had to use some force to make her really suck me. when i jammed it deep into her throat, she had no choice but to suck for air. it served my intentions well, as she had no choice but to suck my meat rod in the process.
in just a couple of tries, i could finally go in full-length. she started to salivate to make the motion easier on herself. before long, i could feel her dribble coat my balls. occasionally she would choke and i would let her catch her breath. but it wouldn’t be a few seconds before she was back to sucking my hard rod non-consensually. as i stood in the living room, with Cheryl deepthroating me, i was still not satisfied.
i exited myself from her mouth and pulled her up by her arm, my stiff meat still thickly coated. we were standing face to face for a brief moment as i looked up and down her invitingly sensual body, admiring her curves and trail of drool i left all over her wet breasts. her eyes were fearfully locked on my raging hard dick. she shook her head violently as i turned her around by her hips and pushed her upper body forward and down away from me.
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runroader
as her punches got softer and softer, i decided to test her resolve again. i stopped my assault on her chest and let go of her waist. she was still in a dazed. by now, my man meat felt like it was about to burst free of the confines of my shorts. i stood up from the sofa and pulled my shorts down in a swift motion. My 8 inch, thick manhood sprang forth and barely missed slapping her in the face.
her eyes wide open, she was staring blankly at my stiff meat rod, now angry and shaking with excitement. before she could come to terms with the gravity of the situation, i stepped closer and pointed my rod in her face. it was clear indication of what i needed her to do for me. she turned her head away and tightly closed her mouth. but i lifted her chin with one hand and squeezed her jaw with a little force.
she winced from the pain and opened up enough for me to slip my tip into her mouth. tears of shame rolled down her face as i pushed more and more of myself in. i tried to go as deep in her throat as i could. but she wasn’t cooperating much. i had to use some force to make her really suck me. when i jammed it deep into her throat, she had no choice but to suck for air. it served my intentions well, as she had no choice but to suck my meat rod in the process.
in just a couple of tries, i could finally go in full-length. she started to salivate to make the motion easier on herself. before long, i could feel her dribble coat my balls. occasionally she would choke and i would let her catch her breath. but it wouldn’t be a few seconds before she was back to sucking my hard rod non-consensually. as i stood in the living room, with Cheryl deepthroating me, i was still not satisfied.
i exited myself from her mouth and pulled her up by her arm, my stiff meat still thickly coated. we were standing face to face for a brief moment as i looked up and down her invitingly sensual body, admiring her curves and trail of drool i left all over her wet breasts. her eyes were fearfully locked on my raging hard dick. she shook her head violently as i turned her around by her hips and pushed her upper body forward and down away from me.
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she knew what was to come. she pleaded with me not to do this. but i swiped my fingers in between her long legs, palms up with my third and fourth fingers, right thru her sweetest spot and she shivered. she was still defiant and tried to straighten herself. I ran my fingers between her legs again, this time slower and more teasingly. her knees nearly buckled. she looked back at me with distress and helplessness.
deciding it was time to sample the last treasure, i slid both hands to her slim waist and pushed her forward till her knees were against the coffee table, facing the television. with my thighs against hers, i nudged her a little more forcefully with my lower body, into a kneeling position on the coffee table. in a last ditch attempt to convince me to stop, she reached back to me, put her hand on my torso and pleaded with me again.
by pulling and pushing on her hips with my hands, i ran the tip of my steely spear up and down her slit by manipulating her body. i made sure to rub her thoroughly from bottom to top with my hard dick. more specifically from her sparse bush up almost to her tiny anus, i rubbed to and fro. even though my dick was already painfully ready for action and leaking its naturally lubricating juices, i had to make sure she was ready for it too.
her striking face was still turned towards me and her fearful, puppy dog eyes still staring into mine. tears were running. she was kneeling on the coffee table, and my hardness never stopped stimulating her progressively wet snatch. i could feel her hot muff loosening with damp succulence as i ran my tip between her legs, almost begging for me to ram it in and stop teasing.
there was just one more thing left to do that i almost overlooked. i reached for the remote control and turned on the television. coincidentally, it was a K-Pop program with lots of fast beats and low bass. i turned the volume up a little. my parents were sound asleep upstairs. we wouldn’t want to wake my parents up with her moans and screams in just a bit, would we?
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runroader
she knew what was to come. she pleaded with me not to do this. but i swiped my fingers in between her long legs, palms up with my third and fourth fingers, right thru her sweetest spot and she shivered. she was still defiant and tried to straighten herself. I ran my fingers between her legs again, this time slower and more teasingly. her knees nearly buckled. she looked back at me with distress and helplessness.
deciding it was time to sample the last treasure, i slid both hands to her slim waist and pushed her forward till her knees were against the coffee table, facing the television. with my thighs against hers, i nudged her a little more forcefully with my lower body, into a kneeling position on the coffee table. in a last ditch attempt to convince me to stop, she reached back to me, put her hand on my torso and pleaded with me again.
by pulling and pushing on her hips with my hands, i ran the tip of my steely spear up and down her slit by manipulating her body. i made sure to rub her thoroughly from bottom to top with my hard dick. more specifically from her sparse bush up almost to her tiny anus, i rubbed to and fro. even though my dick was already painfully ready for action and leaking its naturally lubricating juices, i had to make sure she was ready for it too.
her striking face was still turned towards me and her fearful, puppy dog eyes still staring into mine. tears were running. she was kneeling on the coffee table, and my hardness never stopped stimulating her progressively wet snatch. i could feel her hot muff loosening with damp succulence as i ran my tip between her legs, almost begging for me to ram it in and stop teasing.
there was just one more thing left to do that i almost overlooked. i reached for the remote control and turned on the television. coincidentally, it was a K-Pop program with lots of fast beats and low bass. i turned the volume up a little. my parents were sound asleep upstairs. we wouldn’t want to wake my parents up with her moans and screams in just a bit, would we?
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moving my hands to her buttcheeks, i spread her wide open using my thumbs and i squeezed my tip inside. her eyes widened with an astounded expression, her mouth opened in an strained O as i slowly inserted myself. as i penetrated her, i felt like a hot knife going thru butter. there was no doubt that the tit-sucking had an immense effect on her. as i stabbed into her wet gash, her flowing juices oozed down my meat shaft and down my balls.
i stopped at mid point, then slowly withdrew my manhood. the resulting suction from her wet sheath was surprising. most women would have loosened up considerably after giving birth but not my sister-in-law Cheryl. her drooling nether lips were dragging on my baby-maker as i pulled out, my dick skin all glazed with her sexual honey.
she bit her lips and turned away from me. her face looking down as her head slumped in submission. her fleshy but firm knockers swayed gently under with every movement we made. i could see several drops of milky liquid on the coffee table, right under where those lovely melons hung below her voluptuous body.
amused, i placed my left hand under her bosom and felt around for her left nipple. her sweating body tingled with every touch of my finger on the hypersensitive tip. she tried twisting her aroused body this way and that to avoid my caress but to no avail. i could feel there was some moisture on them. i gave that nipple a light squeeze and elicited a whimper from her. i tasted the dampness from my finger tips. she was still leaking milk alright.
i backed off half an inch and aimed my erect wood at her steamy opening, then i bent forward onto her back. after that, i licked my fore and middle fingers on both hands, reached around and under her hot, luscious chest and tweaked her nipples. her unprompted reflex was to jerk her body backwards and away from my intrusive, stimulating fingers. as a result, she inadvertently drove her unguarded cunt into my strategically-positioned, aching manhood.
to be continued?