Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Like A Blue Shell:>Ep7

Steve looked down and smiled. There was the beautiful brunette he wanted so badly, now bent before him. Head right at his cock. He could see into her cleavage this way -- whatever little she had -- an added treat. He loved her cute little titties. Wanted to squeeze and suckle them until she screamed.

Taylor reached up and pulled down Steve's underwear by the waistband. His cock, hard as a rock, flopped out and free. Without another word, Taylor leaned forward, opened her mouth, and sucked his penis up in one swift motion. Steve groaned. The gorgeous girl had his whole cock in her mouth. This wasn't tentative tasting. A begrudging little blow. No, this fucking slut was onto him and she was into it. He smiled. "Thatta girl, Swifty."

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Taylor wanted to say something. To snap back. But her mouth was full of cock. There was nothing for it. She wasn't exactly sure why she was here or how she was here but she was and she wasn't stopping.

She'd joked before about Steve's teeny peepee but she had been wrong. Steve's man meat was thick, long, and deep dark purple. A perfect fit for mouths or, Taylor's traitorous mind thought, pussies.

Taylor thought about that morning. How good it felt. How close she'd been. Then all the alcohol and her dripping panties and... This just seemed a continuation of all that. The day's inevitable end.

Taylor wanted more and more. Took in Steve's cock till her nose was in his pubes. His balls on her chin. Up and back. Up and back. Her lips sealed tight around him. Slurping up all she could -- his cock, his smell, his essence. Taylor didn't say anything. She just grunted and sucked. Faster now. Working for her reward.

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Tim heard his cute girlfriend grunting and he couldn't look away. He felt someone brush his hand. Tim turned and saw Sydney, still in her underwear. Slowly, the incredible blonde slid her hand past his and onto his hairy thigh. Like taking her fingers through a forest hike, Sydney dragged her pretty pink nails through Tim's leg hair and then, carefully, cautiously rested them on his aching cock.

Taylor bobbed back and forth. Sucking, spitting noises filled the room. Sydney dipped under the waistband of Tim's boxers and took hold of him. For real now. Her touch was still soft, tentative -- nothing like how Taylor would grip him. But still, a girl grabbing your dick was a girl grabbing Tim's dick.

Gently, Sydney began stroking him. Running the loose skin up his shaft and over the head. Almost lovingly.

as his girlfriend pleasured his friend with her mouth. Felt that same friend's girlfriend tugging at his own cock. He told himself to feel angry or upset.

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was strangely cool to the

at his shaft. Steve had gotten a lot of blow jobs, but nothing compared to this. Oh, sure, the fact that it was his Swifty giving it to him in front of her own boyfriend,

too -- rather choke on his cock than be forced to let it slip from her lips. The bet had just been to suck. He'd assumed Taylor would just give him a few licks then step away. That wasn't what was happening here. She was fully focused. Driven.

felt himself pass the finish line. He pressed the little slut's head to his crotch. Hard. His jizz exploded up from his balls and burst into Taylor's mouth. He didn't know if she wanted to swallow. Didn't care. He just howled

Take it all you little

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down his girlfriend's throat. Taylor grunted. Coughed. But even though Steve was no longer holding

knew that she was cumming, too. Cumming while she swallowed the other

as his cum raced up his shaft and blasted into his underwear. Sydney kind of "hmmmphed" as Tim burst. Again and again Tim convulsed in Sydney's grasp

out of the corner of her mouth. Dribbled down her chin and onto her chest.

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her underwear. Her mouth tasted like alcohol and bile and... boy stuff. Had she and

felt a hand on her back. Warm. She looked over and saw Tim. He knelt down

"You OK?"

walked her back to their bed. Taylor felt numb. Like her whole body was necrotizing from the fingertips back. That's what she wanted in that moment. To just waste away. She kept waiting for Tim to shout. To scream. To pummel her back to a thousand little pieces until the stain of what she'd done was

He was speaking softly and stroking her hair and asking if she -- SHE

afraid to move you. I'm glad you're awake

guilt and disgust. Tim was everything to her. Cheating on him was something she'd never consciously do. But then she'd done it. And not just behind his back but right in front of him. With a man she hated.

and she'd let him.