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Evan Harder

Copyright 2019 by Evan Harder

DISCLAIMER: These stories are intended for a mature audience only! Contains explicit, graphic sex and language, including rough and aggressive sex, dirty talk, anal sex, alpha males, bdsm, lesbians, threesomes, femdom, romance and more. Adults only. 18+
















My ongoing sessions with Haley, my barely legal neighbor, were getting freakier and freakier with every passing day. We’d gotten pretty comfortable together, progressing from straight sex to getting a little rough with her, and even into some freakier stuff.

But so far, every one of our sessions had the same essential dynamic. Haley would set the tone for the evening, telling me exactly what she wanted me to do to her, and I would take it from there.

This setup was fine with me. After all, even though she was the more sexually adventurous of us, and by far the most forward and open, I was still quite a few years older than her, not to mention almost double her size, so it was natural that I’d be the one dictating the action, even if she was controlling me behind the scenes.

And besides, from what I’d seen of her so far, I got the feeling she enjoyed being the submissive one, even if she was essentially topping from the bottom. If she had any desire to be completely in charge, I hadn’t seen it yet.

But I was about to. And I have to admit, I liked it. A lot.




It was 3:30 PM and I had just got home from work. Haley was supposed to come over later that night to hang out. We didn’t have any specific plans, maybe a movie, maybe a pizza, eventually getting freaky. But first I was going to relax, get in a quick jog, take a shower.

But I didn’t have time for any of that. I hadn’t been home for more than ten minutes when I heard my doorbell. I wasn’t terribly surprised to see that it was Haley. She wasn’t one for sticking to plans. When she wanted something, she didn’t wait for it. And apparently she wanted me right now, not in another three hours.

I opened the door and let her in. She was dress in a pair of shorts, a T-shirt and tennis shoes. There was no indication whatsoever of what was to come.

Without saying a word, Haley grabbed my hand and led me over to the couch. Once there, she spun me around so my back was to it and pushed on my shoulders, dropping me, seated, onto the cushions.

“What’s going on?” I asked, a confused little smile on my face.

“We’re doing things a little differently today,” Haley said.

“Is that right?”

She nodded her head.

“And what exactly—” I said, but she bent over and put her hand over my mouth, cutting me off in mid-sentence.

“Stop talking and just do what you’re told,” Haley said. Her face was completely serious, with no hint of humor in it.

“Okay,” I said once she’d taken her hand off my mouth. “If you insi—”

She smacked me in the face, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to shut me up immediately.

“I told you to stop talking,” Haley said. “I’d suggest you start listening to me. Understand?”

So that’s what the game was tonight. Fair enough. I had no problem doing what I was told. At least, not from Haley. I nodded my head.

“Don’t say a word unless you’re answering a direct question from me,” Haley said. “Got it?”

I nodded again.

“Good,” Haley said, stepping back so she was standing over me. She looked down at me with a hint of disdain, like I was a piece of meat that she could do what she pleased with. Which I was. For tonight, at least.

She looked different. Not physically, of course; her tiny little waist and perky, incredible tits and long, shapely legs were as insane as ever, perfectly proportioned, and her thin but not skinny frame with her toned arms and washboard stomach and perfect skin filled me with lust as always. She looked the same on the outside, but something about her attitude tonight made her seem like almost a different person. Usually she was more cute than sexy, but not tonight. Tonight those two traits were equal. And it forced me to see her in a different light.

“You like this, don’t you?” Haley asked, watching me as I took her in.

I started to open my mouth but cut myself off at the last moment and just nodded.

“You didn’t think you would like being the submissive one, but you do. Isn’t that right?”

I nodded again.

“Yeah, well let’s see how much you like it in a little while, after I’ve had my way with you.”

My face didn’t waver but my insides did. I was excited beyond all belief; I couldn’t wait to see how the night played out. And I didn’t have to wait for long.

Haley dropped to her knees. She placed one hand on each of my legs and roughly spread them apart, then scooted forward until her head was directly in front of my groin. My cock was rock-hard, pressing against my jeans.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Haley said, rubbing her hand over my cock while she stared up at me with a wicked smile on her face. “Your little man wants to be freed, does he?”

I nodded.

Haley laughed. “All in good time,” she said. “All in good time. But for now I want to fuck with you some more.”

She grabbed ahold of my cock through my pants and gave it a squeeze, hard enough to make me gasp.

“Was that a noise I heard coming from your mouth?” she asked, taunting me.

I shook my head vigorously.

“I don’t know,” she said, starting rubbing two of her fingers in a circular motion on the head of my cock. “It sounded like it to me.”

I shook my head again. But she didn’t buy it.

“I think it was,” Haley said. She was now rubbing the tip of my cock with her open palm, pressing hard, making me squirm, the pressure building as my trapped cock threatened to break through the material.

But still she didn’t let up, smiling up and me with an evil grin while I shifted my position on the couch.

“Where do you think you’re going?” she said, smacking me on the inside of the leg with her free hand. “I didn’t tell you to move.”

Biting down on my bottom lip, I forced myself to sit still while she continued messing with my cock. Tears were dripping down my face the discomfort level was so high.

Finally Haley let up, releasing her palm from the tip of my cock.

I let out an audible gasp as the pressure dissipated.

“Oh, poor little baby,” Haley said. “Can’t take what you can dish out, can you?”

I knew better than to answer.

“Do you want me to release your cock from your pants now?”

I nodded.

Haley chuckled under her breath. “Yeah, I bet you do. But it ain’t gonna happen. Not yet anyway.”

I tried to keep the disappointment off my face but apparently I was unsuccessful. Haley saw it and started to laugh.

“You really are a bit of a wimp, you know that? After all you’ve done to me over the last few months, and you can’t even take a hint of discomfort?”

I dropped my eyes. I’m not going to lie, my ego was a little bit bruised.

“Not that it’s your fault,” she continued. “The only way to get used to this sort of thing is to practice it, and apparently you haven’t had any practice yet. Luckily for you, I’m a good teacher. Does that make you happy?”

I nodded but my heart wasn’t in it.

Haley grabbed ahold of my cock and squeezed tight. “I asked you if that makes you happy?” she said. “And this time I want to believe you when you nod your head.”

I put a fake smile on my face and nodded my head, more vigorously this time.

“I still don’t believe you,” she said. “But at least you tried this time. And for that, I’m going to reward you.”

Haley undid my zipper and carefully pulled my cock out. It was sticking out of the zipper slit, standing at attention, straight up towards the ceiling. I let out a shuddering groan now that my cock was free.

“See, your brain may not have liked what I was doing but your body did,” Haley said as she slowly jerked my off. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen your cock this hard. Do you want me to suck it? You can answer this time. You don’t have to just nod.”

“Yes,” I said.

“Yes what?” she asked, tilting her head sideways a hair.

“Yes please,” I answered.

“Wrong,” Haley said, smacking the side of my cock with an open palm.

I bit down on my bottom lip and held my groan in.

“Let’s try again,” she said, speaking slowly, as though to a young child. “Yes, what?”

“Yes mistress?” I said tentatively.

“That’s better,” Haley said. “You do want me to suck your cock, right?”

“Yes mistress,” I said, more confidently this time.

“I want to hear you beg,” she said.

“Please mistress,” I said. “Please suck my cock.”

Haley stuck out her tongue and licked the head of my cock. “Like that?” she said.

I nodded.

“What? I can’t hear you.”

“Yes mistress,” I said.

She ran her tongue of the length of my shaft, starting right above my ballsack and finishing at the tip. I shuddered deeply.

“Oh, you liked that, did you?”

I nodded.

“And I suppose you want me to take it in my mouth now, right?”

I nodded again, hoping beyond all hope that she’d start blowing me proper.

“Yeah, I bet you do,” Haley said as she pulled my pants all the way off then grabbed ahold of my cock and used it to pull me up from the couch. “Too bad you haven’t earned it yet.”

Dragging me along by my cock, she led me out of the living room and into my bedroom, where she threw me down onto the bed. With my back lying on the covers and my head towards the ceiling, she pulled her clothes off, then climbed onto the bed, one leg on either side of my body. She walked forward until her legs were straddling my head, her hips directly above face. Her shaved pussy was glistening with wetness.

“You like what you see?” Haley asked, staring down at me.

“Yes mistress,” I said.

“Good,” she said. “Because you’re about to get a closer look.”

Before I could figure out what she meant, Haley was squatting down above me, lowering her pussy towards my face until it was mere inches from my mouth.

“Take a deep breath,” Haley said, and then she dropped her pussy straight onto my mouth and nose, smothering me. “Now breath,” she said.

So I did, taking her sweet, musky odor into my lungs.

She let out a low moan and started grinding her pussy onto my face, pushing down on me. Her pussy was dripping juices, soaking my entire face.

“Stick out your tongue,” she said, her voice full of pleasure.

I did as I was told, pushing my tongue out as far as it would go and holding it there, tight and firm.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Haley said as she ran her pussy forward and back on my face, riding my tongue with her wet snatch.

Opening my eyes, I looked up the length of her body. I was able to catch a glimpse of her leaning forward, her hands on the wall for leverage, her face screwed up in a look of intense pleasure and her hair flying everywhere as she rode my face with reckless abandon.

A string of obscenities escaped from her mouth along with her moans and groans, which were rapidly increasing in pitch and tone. “Holy fucking shit,” she said, running them together so it sound like one word. “Goddamn that feels so fucking incredible.”

Haley grinded away on my face, pressing down harder than ever, forcing my tongue deeper inside her pussy while she hammered away at me, her body moving faster and faster and her groans growing louder and louder until her entire body seemed to be shaking above me.

She froze up for just a moment, then released in an aggressive spasm, riding my tongue for another few seconds while an orgasm coursed through her body. Juices squirted out of her pussy, drenching my face and filling my mouth. I coughed and sputtered but not before I swallowed some down.

Laughing, Haley climbed off my face. She scooted then dropped her body down onto mine, her head just below my chin, our flesh pressed together.

“See,” she said. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“Bad?” I said. “That was fun as hell.”

“You actually liked it?”

“Hell yes,” I said. “I loved it.”

“So you wouldn’t mind doing it again sometime?”

“I’ll probably be begging you to sit on my face again next time we get together.”

Smiling, Haley clapped her hands together. “That’s so good to hear,” she said. “I was afraid you weren’t going to enjoy me pushing you around like that.”

“Well, you were wrong,” I said. “Now, if you don’t mind—”

“Returning the favor by making you cum?” Haley said.

I nodded.

She smiled. “It would be my pleasure. But the rules are the same. You just have to lay there and let me have control.”

“I think I can handle that.”

“Good,” she said, leaning forward to give me a kiss. “Then just sit tight and let me do my thing.”

“With pleasure,” I said.

Haley slid down the length of my body until she was positioned between my legs. Smiling up at me, she grabbed ahold of my cock and started playing with it, slowly and gently jerking me off, still tormenting me, and having a great time doing it based on the look of joyful malice on her face.

While I stared down at her intently, she dropped her head down and took my balls in her mouth, sucking on them one at a time and then both at once while continuing to jerk me off more forcefully than before.

With both my balls still in her mouth, she leaned her head back, pulling on my sack, stretching it out as far is it would go before opening her mouth, releasing my balls with an audible pop.

I groaned loudly. She laughed at my response.

“You liked that, did you?” she said, still jerking me off as she talked.

“I don’t know if like is the right word,” I said. “But it sure as hell was intense.”

“Intense is good,” she said.

“Very good,” I agreed.

“Let’s see if we can get there again,” Haley said, then she took the head of my cock in her mouth and sucked on just the tip with her mouth while she worked my shaft with her hand.

She gradually dropped her head further and further down, bobbing on my cock faster and faster, still staring up at me the whole time. Instead of jerking me off, she’d shifted her hand so she was holding down my foreskin, increasing the sensation of her lips on my cock.

It was intense as hell, but I let her do her thing without complaint. I enjoyed relinquishing control more than I’d ever thought possible. I don’t know if it was because I got a kick out of seeing Haley so happy or if deep down I just liked being told what to do, but I didn’t worry about it too much. At least, not at the moment. There were too many other things to worry about. Like not cumming too soon. Which was rapidly becoming a pressing issue.

Luckily, Haley sensed my impending orgasm and slowed things down a bit. She popped my cock out of her mouth and slapped it against her tongue, then against her cheek, before climbing back up my body.

“Are you still digging on me running the show?” Haley asked, smiling widely as she straddled me.

Smiling back, I nodded.

“It liberating, isn’t it?” she said. “Letting someone else have all the control.”

“It sure is,” I said. She had a hold of my cock and was smacking it against her pussy.

“I’m so glad you like it,” Haley said. “Because I fucking love it. Are you ready for me to ride you like an animal?”

“I can’t wait.”

“Good,” Haley said, lifting her body up until her pretty little pussy was hovering directly above my rock hard cock. “Because I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”

Haley guided my cock into her soaking wet pussy, then dropped her body down, taking me deep inside her. I let out a little moan but she remained silent, staring down at me intently, maintaining tight control over herself, and by extension, me.

She bounced on my cock, moving quickly right from the start, working the entire length of my shaft, from tip to base, with rapid pumps. I put my hands on her hips for support but she grabbed my wrists and forced my arms back, holding them against the bed, one on either side of my head.

“No, no, no,” Haley said as she fucked me while maintaining her hold on my wrists. “This show is all mine. You don’t have any say in what happens here.”

“Fine by me,” I said, turned on even more than I’d thought possible by her manhandling me like that.

“You’re damn right it is,” she said, leaning forward so her tits were in my face.

Haley shook her chest back and forth, smacking me in the face with them. Then she released my hands and wrapped her arms around the back of my head and pulled me forward, smashing my face against her chest. She held me there, smothering me, my cock still planted deep in her pussy as she grinded her hips forward and back against me.

Eventually she released her hold on me, allowing me to fall back onto the bed. Shortly after I’d caught my breath, she slid her hands onto my chest and used them for leverage, allowing her to hammer her body down onto me with relentless intensity.

Her pussy had opened up completely and was accepting my cock deeper than it ever had before, engulfing it, her flesh slamming down onto mine, driving me into the couch with every thrust.

With her face screwed up in intense pleasure, one of Haley’s hands slid up my chest and grabbed my throat, squeezing it, not enough to cut off my breath but enough to constrict it.

For some reason this immediately put me over the edge.

“Holyfuckingshit,” I said, making it all one word.

Haley didn’t have to ask what was happening. We’d been together enough for her to know immediately. But she didn’t let up on me one bit.

Even as I came, shooting my seed up into her pussy, she continued riding me as aggressively as before, milking me of all my cum. I could tell from the intense look on her face that she was close to cumming again too, so I bit down on my discomfort and let her ride me until she got there too.

Luckily for me, it didn’t take long. No more than ten seconds after I’d finished, Haley came again, not as intensely as before but still strongly enough that she let out a little yelp followed by a low moan.

After she was done she stopped bouncing on me but didn’t immediately lift herself off me. Sitting high atop me, my cock still deep in her pussy, she smiled down at me.

“Not bad,” Haley said, “Not bad at all.”

“You weren’t too bad yourself,” I said.

She rolled off me, grabbed her clothes, and started to get dressed. “Are we still on for seven o’clock?”

“This didn’t replace it?” I asked.

“Not unless you wanted it to,” Haley replied, pulling her shirt on.

“Hell no,” I said. “I’d love to see you again tonight.”

“Then think of something fun to do,” she said as she slipped into her sandals and headed towards the door. “I have to get back. My dad’s gonna be home soon.”

She turned to blow me a kiss then walked out of my bedroom, through the living room, and out the front door.

I laughed and shook my head and wondered what I’d done in a past life to deserve this. Whatever it was, it must have been huge, because I was the luckiest man alive.






Scott is at the hotel where he always hooks up with Taylor, relaxing on the couch in a bathrobe with a beer in his hand and watching SportsCenter when he hears a knock on the door.


Even though he’s been seeing her regularly for a couple months now, butterflies of anticipation fill his stomach as he flips the TV off, sets the bottle on the end table, climbs off the couch and heads for the door.

He opens it without peeking, as usual, but gets quite a surprise.

Taylor’s not alone.

Standing next to her is another girl. They’re wearing identical black strapless dresses that barely contain either of their bodies and black fuck-me pumps. But their outfits are pretty much the only thing they have in common.

The new girl is a couple inches shorter and not quite as skinny as Taylor, with black hair to Taylor’s blonde, pale skin to Taylor’s bronze tan, and a pair of large, glorious tits to Taylor’s small, perky ones. Her lips are fuller, her face is more rounded and she’s wearing more makeup than Taylor.

They’re totally different from a physical standpoint; the new girl is more hard-edged and definitely sluttier-looking than Taylor but as Scott evaluates them both, he realizes they have one more thing in common besides their outfits.

An important thing.

They’re both smokin’ hot.

“What do we have here?” he asks, deferring to Taylor, not sure what the protocol is in this type of situation.

“Scott, this is my friend Hannah.”

“Hello Hannah.”

“Pleased to meet you, Scott,” Hannah says, leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek, European style.

“The pleasure is all mine,” Scott replies. His eyes are locked on her tits, which are threatening to spill out of her little dress.

“So are you going to invite us in or just stand there with your cock sticking out?” Taylor asks, smiling like the devil.

Scott looks down and sees that his already hard cock is indeed sticking out of the folds of the bathrobe. Laughing, he covers himself up and steps aside, allowing the girls to enter.

“I’m going to go powder my nose,” Hannah says, turning and heading towards the bathroom. She’s wearing a tiny black strapless dress that can barely contain her body.

Scott can’t take his eyes her big, bubbly ass working feverishly beneath her dress as she walks away from him.

“We’ll be waiting for you,” Taylor replies as she sits down on the couch.

Hannah disappears into the bathroom and Scott takes a seat in the lounge chair across from Taylor. Leaning forward, he says. “What exactly is going on here?”

“Just what it looks like,” Taylor says. “I brought a friend along to play with us this evening.”

“Just on a whim?”

“Pretty much,” she says. “I thought you’d enjoy having two girls at the same time. Was I wrong?”

“Not at all,” Scott says. “It’s just . . . I didn’t know this was going to happen and I don’t have enough cash on me to cover another girl.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Taylor says. “It’s on me.”

“What?” he says with a laugh. “I don’t understand.”

“It’s simple,” she says. “I felt bad about taking your extra money last time with that bet at the end. So I gave it to Hannah to come with me tonight.”

“Are you serious?”

“What’s the matter? Haven’t you ever heard of the hooker with a heart of gold?”

“Of course,” Scott says. “But I didn’t think they actually existed outside of the movies.”

“Well, they do,” Taylor says. “Of course, if you prefer I could just tell her to leave.”

“No, no,” he says quickly. “I’m not complaining. I’m just surprised, that’s all.”

“And happy?” Taylor asks.

“Very,” Scott replies.

“Good,” Taylor says as Hannah walks out of the bathroom and sits down next to her on the couch. “Then just sit back and enjoy the show. We’ll get to you in a little while.”

“If you insist,” Scott says. But he doesn’t sit back. He leans forward. He wants to get as good a look as possible at this.

Taylor and Hannah start going at it, passionately making out on the couch, bodies intertwined like a pair of snakes, tongues flicking in and out of each others mouths, hands exploring each others bodies, totally absorbed by each other.

It’s like Scott isn’t even in the room. Which is fine by him. He’s perfectly content to watch these two gorgeous women getting off on each other.

Taylor pulls Hannah’s dress down, revealing her large, amazing tits. She then starts moving down Hannah’s body, licking and sucking and kissing Hannah’s skin as she goes. She pauses at Hannah’s tits and goes to work on them, jiggling and fondling and playing with them, sucking on the nipples while her hands continue down Hannah’s stomach.

With her mouth still working Hannah’s tits, Taylor slides her friend’s dress up, revealing a nicely trimmed bush beneath, uninhibited by any panties. Taylor slides a couple of fingers inside Hannah’s pussy and starts working them in and out.

A short time later Hannah pulls Taylor’s head up towards hers and sticks her tongue in Taylor’s mouth. They start making out with more urgency. Taylor matches this intensity by banging Hannah’s pussy with more aggression. 

Pretty soon Hannah is pulling on Taylor’s dress, revealing Taylor’s tits. They aren’t nearly the size of Hannah’s but they’re perky and shapely, and her nipples are a thing of beauty, a good half-inch long and almost always hard.

Hannah grabs ahold of one of Taylor’s nipples with her fingers and gives it a good pinch.

Taylor utters a sharp gasp and returns the favor by sliding another finger inside Hannah’s pussy.

Hannah slaps down on Taylor’s tit, eliciting another high-pitched gasp from Taylor’s mouth.

She replies by slamming Hannah even more aggressively, hammering her fingers in and out of Hannah’s pussy.

Scott is watching the proceedings with a sense of awe and excitement that’s different than anything he’s ever experienced. To see two incredibly hot sluts going at it like this right in front of him is a dream come true. He doesn’t even care how long it takes for him to get involved; he’s perfectly content to watch these two go at it for as long as they want. His cock is rock-hard and not in any danger of wilting, even though he hasn’t so much as touched it since the proceedings started.

Hannah moves her head down and attaches her lips to one of Taylor’s tits. She’s sucking on Taylor’s nipple, her tongue flicking it back and forth, while her free hand works Taylor’s other tit, grabbing and groping and slapping it and rubbing the rock-hard nipple between her fingers.

Taylor does all she can to keep up with Hannah’s escalations. She sticks a fourth finger in Hannah’s pussy and is slamming all of them in and out with everything she’s got, the muscles on her arm working feverishly as she bangs her dark-haired friend.

Both of the girls are sweating, both of them are breathing hard, both of their faces are fixed in that curious mixture of extreme pleasure and distress. Both look like they are ready to burst into orgasm but are holding off as best as they can, as if playing a game where the first one to cum loses. And from the looks of things, it’s a game they’ve played before. Many times, probably.

Which is fine by Scott. It doesn’t matter to him who loses; no matter how it ends up, he’s already a winner.

He watches as Taylor and Hannah’s game enters the final stages.

Hannah has a hold of Taylor’s nipple in between her teeth and bites down while simultaneously pulling on it, stretching Taylor’s tit out as tight as a rubber band ready to snap back.

Taylor tries to counter with another increase in the intensity in which she’s banging Hannah’s pussy but she simply can’t keep pace.

With a desperate groan, Taylor gives up, pulling her fingers from Hannah’s pussy and transferring them to her own, yanking her dress up and rubbing desperately at her clit while her body shakes and shimmies and bucks in orgasm.

“Goddammit,” she moans as she settles down and catches her breath.

Hannah releases her nipple and sits back in the couch, watching Taylor and looking pleased with herself.

“I thought I had you that time,” Taylor says, the smile on her face belying her disappointed tone.

“It’s never going to happen,” Hannah replies, smiling back. She wiggles out of her dress and tosses it on the floor behind the couch, leaving her completely naked.

“One of these days it will,” Taylor says as she too slips out of her dress and kicks it aside.

The way they’re talking lends credence to Scott’s belief that this is a game they’ve played before.

“Yeah, well maybe it will and maybe it won’t,” Hannah says. “But it sure didn’t tonight. So it’s time to pay up. On your knees, slut.”

“If you insist,” Taylor says in that same mock-disappointed tone. Again her wide smile betrays her true feelings as she slides onto the carpet and crawls on her hands and knees over to Hannah, who’s sitting on the couch facing Scott with her legs spread open, her wet pussy wide and beckoning.

Taylor crawls between Hannah’s legs and starts licking her pussy.

“That’s a good girl,” Hannah says, looking down at Taylor. “Get that tongue in there. Don’t be shy. There you go. Lick my fucking pussy. That’s right. Stick that tongue in my snatch and go to town.”

Listening to Hannah talk trash to Taylor turns Scott on even more. He undoes his robe and begins to play with himself while alternating his focus between Taylor’s ass sticking up in the air right in front of him and Hannah, who has taken to sucking on her own nipples while Taylor eats her out.

A few minutes ago he was content to just watch but now he’s itching to get involved. “Do you mind if I jump in?” he asks.

“Not at all,” Hannah says after popping her nipple from her mouth. “In fact, I’d appreciate it. Taylor eats pussy better with a cock inside her.” She grabs a handful of Taylor’s hair and yanks her head up. “Isn’t that right you filthy little slut?”

Taylor nods vigorously. Hannah gives her a little smack in the face and shoves her head back down so she can go back to work.  

“Then I’d be glad to help you out,” Scott says. He slides off the chair and down to his knees and sidles up to Taylor’s glorious body. He spreads her legs and scoots closer to her, his cock now resting on top of her perfect, tight little ass. He grabs ahold of his cock and smacks her ass with it a couple of times, then slides it into her wet, gaping pussy.

Taylor moans, pulling her mouth off of Hannah’s pussy as she does so.

“Don’t stop just because you have a cock inside you,” Hannah says, looking down at Taylor. “You know better than that.”

“I’m sorry,” Taylor says. She drops her head back down and goes back to work on Hannah’s pussy while Scott pumps his cock in and out of her, fucking her with long, slow strokes.

“That’s better,” Hannah says, throwing her legs up in the air, giving Taylor easier access to her pussy. She glances up at Scott and smiles and gives him a wink. She’s clearly having fun.

And so is he. With his cock in Taylor’s pussy while she eats out another hot slut, how could he not be? He starts pumping Taylor aggressively, slamming into her harder and more quickly, giving her more of his cock with every thrust.

This time Taylor’s moans are muffled by Hannah’s pussy. She’s learned her lesson.

“That’s right,” Hannah says, her hands on the back of Taylor’s head, pulling her closer, jamming her face into Hannah’s snatch. “Just like that. Eat that fucking pussy you little slut.”

Slurping sounds join the cacophony of moans and grunts and the sounds of skin slapping together to create a symphony of sex.

“Fuck her harder,” Hannah says, her eyes locked on Scott’s. “Give it to her like you mean it. Like you’re trying to break her in half.”

So Scott does just that, slamming into Taylor with every ounce of his being, his hips bouncing of her ass and his sack slapping up against the underside of her pussy as his cock goes balls deep into her.

Taylor’s moans turn higher-pitched and a full octave louder. She tries to lift her head to catch her breath but Hannah’s having none of it.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Hannah says, grabbing Taylor’s head and holding it in place, attached to her pussy. “I didn’t say you could come up for air.”

Watching Hannah dominate Taylor inspires Scott to get in on the act. Keeping his cock inside Taylor’s pussy, he climbs to his feet and slides them toward the couch until he’s hovering over her, his legs outside of her body, giving him more leverage to pound her pussy. Squatting over her, Scott fucks Taylor with reckless abandon, his hands on the back of her head, shoving her face into Hannah’s pussy while he pummels her.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Hannah says. With her hands now free, she slides one down her stomach and goes to town on her clit while the other starts working her breast, rubbing and groping and slapping it. 

Scott can hear Taylor screaming into Hannah’s pussy while moving her head around, fighting for breath, but he doesn’t let up on the pressure, figuring if she’s able to make this much noise and fight this hard she’s not in any real distress.

Now Hannah’s voice joins the fray, her rapidly more animalistic groans signaling that her journey towards orgasm is nearly complete. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” she says, her voice deeper and more guttural than Taylor’s higher-pitched, more girlish screams. Her face is fixed in a scowl of determination as she feverishly works her clit, her hand moving up and down like a piston.

And then Hannah lets out one final deep growl and her body tenses for a moment and then lets go, her legs quivering and shaking for a moment before falling still.

Scott slams his cock into Taylor one last time and holds it there, deep in her pussy, then uses her hair to lift her head and pull it back towards him.

Taylor takes a few deep, gasping breaths before Hannah is on top of her, leaning forward to lick her pussy juices off of Taylor’s face. Once that’s done, they make out while Scott watches from just above them, looking down, his cock still inside Taylor but not moving against her.

“What do you think?” Hannah asks Taylor after they break off their kiss. “Do you feel like sucking some cock?”

“Always,” Taylor replies, twisting her upper body around so she’s facing Scott.

“How do you feel about that?” Hannah says to Scott.

“Sounds like a great idea to me,” he replies with a smile.

“I thought it might,” Hannah says.

She grabs a handful of Scott’s hair and pulls him off Taylor, standing him up. Then she drops to her knees and joins Taylor, who has turned to face Scott.

Now he’s standing over both Taylor and Hannah, looking down on them as they start kissing inches away from his cock, their tongues moving inside each other’s mouths, filling him with anticipation of what’s to come.

Taylor breaks off the kiss and turns her mouth towards Scott’s cock. She slips the tip of it into her mouth and starts sucking. Meanwhile, Hannah has shifted her body so she’s facing sideways, her mouth perpendicular to his cock. While Taylor sucks on the head of his cock Hannah slides her lips up and down his shaft, leaving it glossy with spit in their wake.

Pretty soon Taylor joins her, turning so she’s facing Hannah on the other side of  Scott’s cock. She too starts running her lips up and down his shaft, both of the girls working in unison, both looking up at him while they coat his cock with saliva.

They pause for a moment, each halfway down his cock, their lips touching, their tongues flicking against each other on the underside of his cock as they make out while his cock is fixed between them.

Hannah is the one to break this up, moving her body back around so she’s facing his cock head-on. Maintaining eye contact the whole time, she takes his cock in her mouth and begins to blow him proper.

Taylor meanwhile slips in between them and slides down until she’s underneath Scott’s body. She plays with his balls for a few seconds then takes them both in her mouth, sucking on them and jiggling them around with her tongue while Hannah continues blowing him.

Gagging sounds come from Hannah’s mouth as she pumps his cock, taking it all the way down her throat with every thrust, her hair flying everywhere while her head moves back and forth against him. And then she’s holding Scott’s cock in her throat, all the way down, deepthroating him, her nose pressed up against his stomach.

At the same time, Taylor is pulling down on his sack, his balls in her mouth, tightening his skin and seriously increasing his sensitivity.

“Holy fuck,” Scott moans. He’s not sure how much longer he can take both girls working his cock so aggressively.

Luckily, the girls seem to sense the same thing, as Hannah pulls her mouth off his cock just as Taylor pops his balls from her mouth.

Giggling, they swap spit for a few seconds, making out right beneath his cock while he looks down, shaking his head in amazement, a smile fixed upon his lips.

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