“Ahh yes it’s good Ki, it’s fucking fantastic ahh fuck, I’m cumming!”
Jade’s eyes roll back in her head as her whole body jerks uncontrollably. I let her ride her orgasm while I continue to fuck her needy pussy relentlessly. She’s my bitch right now, so I give her tight ass a few hard smacks for emphasis. She yelps as if she’s been stung, then sighs as she recovers.
“Thank you baby,” she says with a gasp. “Thank you for fucking me baby, I like that. I like it when you fuck me hard like that.”
Her pussy leaks more of her cream all over Kianna’s cunt. I let go of her and she collapses next to Kianna like a tree. I switch my attention to Jade whose powerful orgasm has left her helpless.
I turn to Kianna and give her thick, hard clit a good smack.
“Ready baby?”
“Ahh! Yes Daddy,” she shivers after the hit. Then she looks up at me. “I was born ready for some big black dick. Fuck me senseless. Make me your whore like you did that bitch,” she points to Jade, who’s still semi-conscious and shaking with exhausted, heavy breaths.
I give in to Kianna’s request and push deep into her wet cunt. Fucking her feels just as amazing as the first time. I start with gentle strokes but can’t help myself, increasing the pace immediately.
“You’re one horny bitch, aren’t you?”
“I am… ahh… ahh… a fucking horny cow for you, Morgan ahh… ahh… ahh.”
“As the horny cow you are, you’re going to produce more girl cream for me while I fuck the shit out of you. You’re going to beg for more, more of that hard pounding,”
“Yes Daddy, please fuck me. Ahh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. I can’t say it enough, I love it when you fuck me. Just fuck me, just fuck me! Fuck me harder, fuck me fucking harder, don’t make love to me. Just fucking break my pussy with that big dick because I need you to fuck me!”
That last part is so loud that I’m sure people downstairs could probably hear it. I pull out given her last rant got me super close to blowing my load inside her again. She’s mastered milking my cum out, even after one heavy bout. I choose to shut her up, so I pull out, get on the bed and shove my cock back in her mouth.
I don’t stop until I hear her gagging then I pull out and slap her.
“Nasty bitch!” I say, before returning my thick dick back to where it belongs.
The girl just can’t help but touch her tits. What is it about them? I keep fucking her mouth until her chin and neck are all completely drenched in her saliva. Her eyes are red and watery. I don’t say a word and keep on throat-fucking her because her mouth is just as warm and tight as her pussy. I feel my second orgasm building, and it comes on fast. I don’t get a chance to warn her, not that I would want to. I love to surprise her, and this is one hell of a surprise.
I hear a bang on the door but ignore it, because I’m about to cum in my sexy older cousin’s horny mouth while she fondles her tits. I intend to make Kianna my sexy cum dump, and the thought of being caught fuels my adventure.
I reach the breaking point and start pistoning in and out of her as she lies on the bed. Without warning, I cum in her mouth and she swallows most of it. Some of it drips down her cheek, and when I’m done I lie back.
Kianna isn’t satisfied, and rubs herself fervently. She holds her tits in one hand and her thick clit in the other.
“Ahh fuck, Daddy fed me his delicious cum like I’m a cheap whore. He uses me like an orifice for his thick black dick. I feel so used, like some dirty whore and…and…and I’m going to fucking cum!” This is followed by a violent bodily jerk.
She makes herself cum hard and screams throughout. Another sticky mess on my old bed. We’re all overwhelmed and can barely stay conscious. They’ve left me spent; I’ve never done two girls or two loads in one go before.
Fran
I really don’t want to go to this stupid party for old people. The older folks in my family always make me feel like hiding, and their questions get on my nerves. They ask things like, ‘what are you doing with your life?’ and ‘what are your future goals?’.
I hate this kind of questioning for lots of reasons. I just want to enjoy my life and go with the flow. My life has been great so far, and my approach has worked well for me. I have a list of people who help me out when I need it — it’s not using people, because they want to do it. They want to help me. I work as a cashier at a mini mart. I got the job with a few flirty looks and teases aimed at the branch manager. I didn’t have to suck his dick because I believe girl power means I got it without selling myself short.
I really don’t want to go to this stupid party for old people. My parents make me feel like hiding, and their questions annoy me. They’re always asking things like, ‘what are you doing with your life?’ and ‘what are your plans for the future?’.
I hate these kinds of questions. I have lots of reasons for this hate. I just want to enjoy my life and go with the flow. My life has been great so far, and my approach has worked well. I have friends who help me out when I need it; it’s not using them, because they want to. One friend pays my rent, and his dick I do suck. It’s worth it for the eight hundred bucks he paymonth. Another guy sorts me out with all sorts. Drugs, club nights, wine, dates, gifts… He’s the only guy I’ve been fucking. He was my boyfriend, but he’s been ghosting me for months.
There’s a new girl in the picture. She’s younger than me, with long legs and a slim figure. She dresses in short, frilly dresses — I can’t stand her. Her perfectly long straight jet black hair with no split ends. I can never pull that shit off, I just rely on thin braids that reach the small of my back.
I mutter, “Fucking slut!” to myself.
He’s replaced me with a younger girl who’s apparently hotter than me. It must be that, because I never thought he went for the girly-girly type. He’s a few years older than me, but that doesn’t matter. He gave me great sex and money. He made life fun and some of my best memories.
He obviously has a type: slim, long-legged black women. I liked that he appreciated my long legs. I even miss him licking them. It always led to him licking all the way up to my pussy, and by the time he got there it was soaking wet.
“Fuck, I need some dick,” I grumble. I need some cash too, and I’m a bit of an addict when it comes to sex and drugs. I could have sex with the guy who pays my rent — I enjoy it up the ass too.
I can’t afford the premium fees of my drug dealer, so I’m trying to schmooze my family. But no one’s giving me any money, no matter how nice I am. I prefer the more professional distributors because I don’t plan on overdosing on some bad shit.
“Mom would have given me at least ten bucks. I miss her,” I tell myself as I move away from the aunts, uncles and grandparents in the lounge. I sit by the window, opposite the stairs, and another tear falls from my face.
Jade has invited me to this party. I assume she expected me to say no to coming to these awful events and that she herself wouldn’t have attended if it weren’t for one guy. Jade has a weird crush on dear uncle Morgan. I understand that he’s a real hunk, but she doesn’t have to be so open about her infatuation.
She’s a bit obsessed with him and what he’s doing, where he’s going, how he got a new haircut. She loves the way he looks in his office suit. She even admires how smart he is.
I have affection for Morgan as family, and while my type is different, most of us agree he’s a great catch. I have some reservations about him, aside from the fact we share the same blood. I don’t really see him as the kind of guy I need in my life; I don’t much like softies. I need a man who can take control of my tall body.
“Where is she now?” I say out loud.
Jade has gone missing, so I leave my thoughts to go and search for her. She was right by me when we were speaking to the parents. I glance around — Jade would never go to the kitchen. That’s where Ciara and Kylie usually are. So where is she?
There are too many people for me to hear her voice, so I start walking around, ignoring anyone who tries to get my attention. I wander the room but don’t see her.
That only leaves upstairs, so I start heading up the steps. I spot them halfway up.
“What the fuck!” I whisper to myself.
Kianna is kissing Morgan as Jade watches closely. They’re not just pecking each other as these are deep, passionate tongue kisses. The girls’ nipples are rock hard and poking through their clothes. The lighting upstairs is low — I couldn’t see them from where I was before. If I’d made more effort, I could have.
Now I’m front row to all this. I cover my mouth and slowly walk back down. I stay at the foot of the stairs, discouraging others from going up as I wait for them to finish. I’m planning to confront Jade, but she probably wants this. I mean, what else should I expect? Morgan does creepy things too, the way he looks at me…
The way he looks at all of us gives me butterflies. I know the other girls feel it too — his presence makes us straighten our posture. There’s definitely some deep desire to sleep with us, so the question is who acted first? Jade is clearly obsessed and has tried everything to be his favourite. I, on the other hand, won’t make the first move if I can’t get anything out of it. I’m not going to sleep with my uncle, am I?
“Snap out of it!” I tell myself, “It’s just your uncle kissing your cousin.”
The thought occurs to me: would I like to be with Morgan? He’s the only other guy who makes me feel wanted, aside from my ex-boyfriend (whose car I plan to burn next week). Could Morgan be my new boyfriend?
I need to get my mind out of the dumps. What they’re doing is wrong. How did he get Kianna to join in, is she as into him as the rest of us? Her constant blank expression gives nothing away about who she likes.
I sit down and think about it. I tend to ruminate a lot when I’m stressed, and I’m not drunk enough to feel better about being ghosted. Maybe I can blackmail Morgan to help me get intoxicated. Just until I get over my wealthy ex, I could also get some extra cash from him for a one-night stand.
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