Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

The Devil With A Deal:>>Ep18

We moved together in measured strokes. Synchronized. Our bodies reacted to each other in perfect time. Almost leisurely. I never wanted it to end. I needed to cum so bad. Again, I tried to increase my pace, adding a little aggressive pump -- punctuating the end of each stroke.

"You getting close?" Tara asked, investigating my face.

For a moment, I was back in bed with Kate. With my wife. Are you close was code for it's time to pull out now. I flinched, waiting for Tara to tell me the same thing.

"Yeah," I said, so selfishly reluctant to slip away. It went beyond my basic desire to finish what I'd started. More like a biological imperative. I can't explain it except to say that cumming anywhere but inside Tara would be harder than walking myself into a room of spinning razors.

I waited, cringing for the inevitable refusal of my most basic need. But instead, the adorable redhead just smiled and nodded.

"It's OK," Tara said. Relief washed over me like my first gasp of air after holding my breath for hours. "Inside is OK."

I worked us both back into a frenzy. Tara reached around and grabbed my butt. Arched her back to push her tits forward. I was too enraptured in my own enjoyment to take one into my mouth.

My little cheerleader returned. "That's it, Andy. Do it. Fuck your wife's little sister. Fill me up. Oh, I love this. I'm fucking my sister's husband. I want it. What she won't give you. I know she doesn't let you. Come on. Cum inside. Please."

The abandon of that moment grabbed hold of me. The ardor of Tara's cries, her pleading for my seed, it was like being set free. I savored every stroke. Tried to make myself record every glorious moment.

Finally, I felt the spark of sensation that warned an explosion was imminent. I drove into Tara with abandon. She whined and shuddered. Her hands shot to my hips. Legs wrapped around my waist. Held me close. "Oh yes!" Tara cried.

the intensity of my ejaculations. I'd never felt anything like this. The sense of satisfaction, the way it amplified my pleasure,

trying to slurp up every drop of my

Give it to me.

my sounds rounded down to nothing. My cock slowly softened inside Tara. A bit of

up and I slipped out of her entirely. Both of us were gross with sweat. Her hair was wild, sticking up on one side, drooping over her

cloth I could find nearby was my boxers, so I

over-hot. My dick dribbled idly onto the cushions. Rationality slowly returned. A succession

right on my face. "Don't, OK? Don't make me feel bad

quickly, "Of course

feel guilty it means we did something wrong and I won't let you do that," Tara said, "Maybe the rules don't apply here, or they do but it doesn't matter. I

a moment, I thought back to my earlier conversation with Kate. Before the party she'd made me promise to take care of her sister. I doubted that this was what my wife had in mind. "That was nice," Tara said, sopping up her

"I don't

at herself again. "Jeez, you put a lot in

my outfit I could find, my boxers, were now in my sister-in-law's hand, saturated with semen and grool. Resigned, I

whatever we'd shared was over. It would be this one moment, a drunken dalliance. Like we'd met in a dream one

had would never be recaptured. But it was a comfort

the stairs. The hallway was totally dark now. Completely quiet.

plenty of