Chapter 3
It had been a year and a half since our adventure with Jimmy, and for the last year I have been living in Colorado. I had proposed and Ruth had accepted, and our wedding date was fast approaching. As far as I know, Ruth was faithful during that year and a half. We spent a good deal of time talking about what happened with Jimmy in very general terms. I was still trying to sort out how I felt about it, but Ruth had no such confusion. She was matter of fact about it being a great experience and didn't understand why I had doubts. For her, the sex was sex, and our love was very different from that. When I wanted to know if this was a one time thing, the most I could get from her was a promise if it did happen again, it would only happen with guys with bigger dicks than mine, that way I would know it was just sex.
It occurred to me that left the door wide open, but I didn't press the point. We WERE in love. Besides, it hadn't hurt our own sex life. We still made love at every opportunity and though her orgasms were not as vocal and deep as with Jimmy, she did have them and expressed no dissatisfaction. When we were planning the wedding, the subject of best man became a sticking point. Jimmy was my best friend, so he was the obvious choice. Jimmy begged off, though, saying he was not able to get off work long enough to make the trip to Colorado. He had also recently gotten married and I think he might have been feeling a little awkward. In some ways, I was relieved. I had been worried about Ruth being around Jimmy and his new bride. Still, that left us with no best man, and I didn't really have another candidate, mainly because I didn't really know anyone in Colorado that well, and Jimmy was about the only friend I had in Texas.
"It has to be Steve."
When Ruth said those words, my first reaction was 'like hell'. Steve was my older brother. He was 5 years older than me, and had been my torturer growing up. Ruth knew all that. After quite a bit of very intense conversation, it really came down to either Steve or someone I barely knew, and as Ruth pointed out, we weren't kids anymore. Steve had married 3 years before and settled down. Plus, we already knew he was coming to the wedding. When I called to ask him to be my best man, he was surprised, but accepted. I still had misgivings, but it seems everything was all set. Steve and his wife arrived the day before the wedding. We went out to dinner to "catch up" and to give Ruth a chance to get to know Steve and his wife, Theresa.
I was nervous about my soon to be wife meeting my childhood tormentor. The conversation was light and the meal was more enjoyable than I had thought. After dinner we retired to the bar area, which also served as a dance floor. I dance horribly and prefer not to, but Ruth loves to dance. Steve took turns dancing with both women. I was satisfied with anything that kept me from making a fool of myself on the dance floor. One time while Steve was dancing with Theresa, Ruth made a comment about him being my big brother in such a way as to be a double entendre. Had I ***** less, it might have set off an alarm, but I was pretty mellow by then. In any event, Theresa complained she had a migraine coming on, so we left and went home.
At home, Theresa excused herself and went to bed. Our apartment was a one bedroom with a sofa bed, and the original plan was Steve and his wife would sleep on the sofa. Theresa's headache changed that, and Ruth insisted she go to our bedroom where it would be much quieter. I grabbed some beers from the refrigerator and the three of us settled in to continue the conversation. The alcohol had mellowed all of us and any tension I had felt earlier had melted away. Ruth was about to bring it back.
"Do you ever cheat on your wife?" she asked. I can only imagine what my face looked like. Steve's showed surprise, then discomfort as he responded that he did not.
Ruth nodded and shrugged her shoulders, "That's a shame. I'm horny as hell and could use a good fucking."
Steve looked at me in total confusion. I wished I was as confused as he was, but I wasn't. I'm not even sure I was particularly surprised. Ruth noticed the look from Steve. "I know what you're thinking. Can't go there. We decided no sex for the month before our wedding night so it would be special." Ruth said. At the same time, she casually pulled her shirt over her head, freeing her braless breasts. Just as fluidly she unbuttoned her jeans and skinned them down and off her feet, leaving herself totally naked and revealing her baby smooth, bald cunt. She pulled her feet up onto the edge of the couch and let her knees fall apart, revealing that she was, indeed, horny as hell. Her pussy lips were blossomed open and her wetness was evident.
"You sure you don't fuck around on Theresa?" she asked, "I'm a helluva fuck."
Steve was staring at Ruth, and I could almost see the wheels turning. An eighteen year old with a model's body had just offered it up to him, but he couldn't quite believe it. Ruth smiled and upped the ante. "Tell you what. How about we start with a blowjob and see where it leads? I promise I suck cock better than your brother."
My heart sank. Among many other tortures he had inflicted on me, my brother had forced me to suck his cock. It had been humiliating and painful and it had taken everything I had in me to be able to tell Ruth about it. Now whatever scab was there had been yanked off. Ruth continued, "Yes, I know about that. When Tim told me, I wanted to castrate you. Then, I thought about it, and just figured you were a horny teenager and took advantage of your age and size difference to get sucked off. Law of the jungle, right?"
Steve nodded, still not quite sure what to make of everything. A part of me was gratified that Ruth could stupefy him as easily as she did me. Ruth got up and walked the short distance to Steve's chair, knelt in front of him, and looked at him expectantly. Whatever else, Steve wasn't a fool, and he broke out of his stupor and stood up, unfastening his pants and pushing them to his knees, along with his underwear. Ruth grinned. "Oh my. You really ARE the big brother, aren't you? Hard to believe you've got the same parents!"
I watched as my bride to be wrapped her fingers around my brother's cock and began to stroke it until it stood up rock hard. Ruth looked over at me and raised her eyebrows. "I know what you're thinking, and just stop it. First, we agreed to this. Remember, I promised you I would only fuck guys who have bigger dicks, and Steve qualifies. He's got you beat by a couple inches at least. But, I love you. If you tell me to stop, I will. Should I stop? What do you want me to do?"
In most of my mind, her question was simple to answer: Hell no, I don't want you to fuck my brother. But there was a deeper level. There was the level that had the fantasies about my girl fucking other men. And there was the level that calculated what Ruth wanted. That level tipped the balance. I knew she wanted to fuck him. And I knew she expected me to let him. That was just how things were. "I'm not going to tell you no, baby. You know I can't say no to you."
"I didn't ask if you could say no, I asked what YOU want me to do."
I knew what I was supposed to say; what I had to say: "I want you to fuck him."
Ruth looked at me, her brow wrinkled in thought. "I don't believe it. Convince me."
I looked at her in surprise, this time totally lost as to what she expected. "How can I do that?"
The barest smile played on Ruth's lips, "If you really want me to fuck your brother, I need you to do something for me first. Ever since you told me about what he made you do, a part of me has been curious. Look at his dick. All this chatter has made it wilt a little. If you will come over here and suck it just until it is hard again, I'll believe you."
In a nutshell, the love of my life was telling me to prove I wanted her to do something I did not really want her to do by doing something I most definitely didn't want to do. All I can say was I was hooked. Hooked hard. The fight - like I had that much anyway - went out of me and I went over to kneel beside her. Ruth was smiling in triumph and Steve was just smiling. She pointed the head of his cock towards me and there wasn't anything to say so I opened my mouth and took it in. I was looking into Ruth's eyes as I did so. She was grinning in satisfaction as she turned to look up at Steve.
"Law of the jungle, right? The strong eat the weak, or in this case, make the weak eat them."
I heard them both chuckle at Ruth's joke as I sucked Steve's cock into my mouth. I could feel it getting harder and I just wanted to hurry up and get it done. Ruth however had plans. She leaned close and put her mouth close to my ear.
"Tell him you are sorry you made it hard by struggling." She whispered, knowing I would now do anything she told me to do.
"Tell him you liked it when he made you suck him. Tell him you looked forward to it."
"Tell him you loved the taste of his sperm."
"Tell him you hope he lets you suck him off anytime he wants."
By the time I had repeated everything she wanted to hear, Steve was starting to moan and he was rock hard again, Ruth gently pushed me away from his cock, and kissed me. I felt her tongue play with my own. As always, her kiss was sensual, sultry, and full of promises of things to come. As she broke the kiss, she again whispered in my ear, "I love you so much!"
With that she turned her attention back to Steve. She stood up and pushed him back to sitting in the chair and straddled him. She reached behind herself and guided his cock into her pussy. It slid in easily, a testament to how turned on she was by all that had happened. I was too emotionally spent to move, so I knelt there at their feet, watching as my soon to be wife slowly rode up and down on the cock of my nemesis. I couldn't see, but from the sounds she was making, I knew my brother was playing with her breasts. I watched, mesmerized, as her pussy rode his cock, leaving it thickly coated with her wetness. Faster and faster she bounced up and down, moaning louder and louder. I was worried they were going to wake Theresa, but somehow they didn't. I saw Ruth glance towards the clock.
"Mmmmmm. Oh damn, you big fucker. It's after midnight. It's my wedding day. You're fucking me on my wedding day. Do you like that? Do you like fucking your brother's betrothed on her wedding day? I love it. I love having your cock inside me. You're the Best Man at our wedding, and you're the best man right now. You're stronger than Tim, bigger than Tim, and a better fuck than Tim, and you deserve to fuck his fiance. You deserve to have his fiance's cunt. Cum in me. Be the first man to cum in me on my wedding day. Mark your territory. Cum in my cunt and mark your territory!"
I watched as Steve strained up and Ruth pushed down, both of them cumming at the same time. Their bodies were pressing together and they both groaned loudly. I watched as they hit the crest and then slowly slowed down until she was finally sitting flat on his lap, both of them breathing like they had run a marathon. Ruth was gently kissing him, whispering things in his ear that I couldn't hear. During the course of the evening, I had felt a lot of emotions, but this was the first time I'd felt jealousy. The love of my life was sharing secrets with my brother.
Eventually, she raised herself off his cock and sit sideways next to him, crammed into the chair. She looked down at his softening cock, glistening wet. "Hmmmm..." she mused, "Might not be to smart to take that to bed with your wife in that condition. Tim, suck my cunt juice off your brother's cock so he won't get in trouble with his wife."
It wasn't even phrased as a request. Ruth's dominant side was fully in control. I crawled towards them and took his cock in my mouth. I can't lie. As humiliating as sucking my brother was, the taste of Ruth's pussy, even like this, never failed to arouse me. I sucked as much of his cock into my mouth as I could, then began to lick around the base and balls, not stopping until I could no longer taste Ruth's juices. Ruth laughed softly.
"God, that is so hot to watch. Who knew seeing my little Timmy suck dick would be such a turn on?"
Steve chuckled, and then said he should get to bed. Ruth made a pouty face but reluctantly raised up and let him slide out from under her, taking his place sitting in the chair. Just before Steve reached the door she called to him. As he turned to look back, she gave him a no nonsense look and said, "Just so we are all clear on this, unless there is some stud of a bellhop or room service guy at the hotel tonight, I want you to know that was one hundred percent, absolutely, and without any doubt the best fuck I'm getting on my wedding day. Thank you for making my special day extra special."
As soon as Steve closed the door behind him, Ruth turned her attention to me. She pulled my head up into her lap and gently stroked my face.
"Are you okay, baby?"
I didn't know what to say. She had asked that about Jimmy, and I had thought I was okay, but this was something different and I wasn't sure at all. Finally I mumbled, "All those things you said and made me say...."
I felt her hands tighten around me and she leaned forward and kissed me on the head, "I know, baby. Sometimes I get out of control. When you told me all those things, I don't know. I really did get mad at him. I was angry he did those things to you. But I can't explain it, really, but the more I thought about it the more it turned me on. I think it's primal. You know how when male lions fight over who's going to be the top lion, and the winner gets the females? I think its part of nature with humans too."
She took my face in her hands and held my face so I was looking up at her, a serious look on her face. "Honey, you know I love you. But he IS stronger than you and he IS bigger than you and he IS a better fuck than you. And, you told me you wanted me to fuck him, don't forget."
"I knew you wanted to, that's why." I mumbled.
Ruth nodded, "Yeah, I know. But you DID say it AND you sucked his cock. God, that was hot!" She was smiling, but then she got serious, "Is this going to be a problem? Are you going to call off our wedding on our wedding day?"
That required no thought at all. "No! I love you and want to be with you forever!"
Now she smiled again, "And I love you and want to be with you forever. This thing; its just sex. I need it. I crave it. But its not love, okay? My love is all for you."
I nodded up to her and she pulled my head back down onto her lap. I became aware of the smell of sex.
"Now that we have that settled, there is just a one teeny tiny thing..." she said. I looked up at her. "I'm fine with going to sleep with my pussy full of Steve's cum. More than fine with it, if that's what you want. Hell, I'll skip the shower in the morning and walk down the aisle dripping. Or, well, if you prefer I be fresh, you know what to do."
Yes, I knew what to do. I briefly saw the smile on her face as I got more comfortable and she slid down to the edge of the chair, spreading her legs. I leaned forward and slid my tongue along the length of her pussy, tasting the combined taste of her juice and my brother's load. As I dug my tongue in further, lapping up all the juice I heard her sigh.
"Good boy, cumsucker."
It had been a year and a half since our adventure with Jimmy, and for the last year I have been living in Colorado. I had proposed and Ruth had accepted, and our wedding date was fast approaching. As far as I know, Ruth was faithful during that year and a half. We spent a good deal of time talking about what happened with Jimmy in very general terms. I was still trying to sort out how I felt about it, but Ruth had no such confusion. She was matter of fact about it being a great experience and didn't understand why I had doubts. For her, the sex was sex, and our love was very different from that. When I wanted to know if this was a one time thing, the most I could get from her was a promise if it did happen again, it would only happen with guys with bigger dicks than mine, that way I would know it was just sex.
It occurred to me that left the door wide open, but I didn't press the point. We WERE in love. Besides, it hadn't hurt our own sex life. We still made love at every opportunity and though her orgasms were not as vocal and deep as with Jimmy, she did have them and expressed no dissatisfaction. When we were planning the wedding, the subject of best man became a sticking point. Jimmy was my best friend, so he was the obvious choice. Jimmy begged off, though, saying he was not able to get off work long enough to make the trip to Colorado. He had also recently gotten married and I think he might have been feeling a little awkward. In some ways, I was relieved. I had been worried about Ruth being around Jimmy and his new bride. Still, that left us with no best man, and I didn't really have another candidate, mainly because I didn't really know anyone in Colorado that well, and Jimmy was about the only friend I had in Texas.
"It has to be Steve."
When Ruth said those words, my first reaction was 'like hell'. Steve was my older brother. He was 5 years older than me, and had been my torturer growing up. Ruth knew all that. After quite a bit of very intense conversation, it really came down to either Steve or someone I barely knew, and as Ruth pointed out, we weren't kids anymore. Steve had married 3 years before and settled down. Plus, we already knew he was coming to the wedding. When I called to ask him to be my best man, he was surprised, but accepted. I still had misgivings, but it seems everything was all set. Steve and his wife arrived the day before the wedding. We went out to dinner to "catch up" and to give Ruth a chance to get to know Steve and his wife, Theresa.
I was nervous about my soon to be wife meeting my childhood tormentor. The conversation was light and the meal was more enjoyable than I had thought. After dinner we retired to the bar area, which also served as a dance floor. I dance horribly and prefer not to, but Ruth loves to dance. Steve took turns dancing with both women. I was satisfied with anything that kept me from making a fool of myself on the dance floor. One time while Steve was dancing with Theresa, Ruth made a comment about him being my big brother in such a way as to be a double entendre. Had I ***** less, it might have set off an alarm, but I was pretty mellow by then. In any event, Theresa complained she had a migraine coming on, so we left and went home.
At home, Theresa excused herself and went to bed. Our apartment was a one bedroom with a sofa bed, and the original plan was Steve and his wife would sleep on the sofa. Theresa's headache changed that, and Ruth insisted she go to our bedroom where it would be much quieter. I grabbed some beers from the refrigerator and the three of us settled in to continue the conversation. The alcohol had mellowed all of us and any tension I had felt earlier had melted away. Ruth was about to bring it back.
"Do you ever cheat on your wife?" she asked. I can only imagine what my face looked like. Steve's showed surprise, then discomfort as he responded that he did not.
Ruth nodded and shrugged her shoulders, "That's a shame. I'm horny as hell and could use a good fucking."
Steve looked at me in total confusion. I wished I was as confused as he was, but I wasn't. I'm not even sure I was particularly surprised. Ruth noticed the look from Steve. "I know what you're thinking. Can't go there. We decided no sex for the month before our wedding night so it would be special." Ruth said. At the same time, she casually pulled her shirt over her head, freeing her braless breasts. Just as fluidly she unbuttoned her jeans and skinned them down and off her feet, leaving herself totally naked and revealing her baby smooth, bald cunt. She pulled her feet up onto the edge of the couch and let her knees fall apart, revealing that she was, indeed, horny as hell. Her pussy lips were blossomed open and her wetness was evident.
"You sure you don't fuck around on Theresa?" she asked, "I'm a helluva fuck."
Steve was staring at Ruth, and I could almost see the wheels turning. An eighteen year old with a model's body had just offered it up to him, but he couldn't quite believe it. Ruth smiled and upped the ante. "Tell you what. How about we start with a blowjob and see where it leads? I promise I suck cock better than your brother."
My heart sank. Among many other tortures he had inflicted on me, my brother had forced me to suck his cock. It had been humiliating and painful and it had taken everything I had in me to be able to tell Ruth about it. Now whatever scab was there had been yanked off. Ruth continued, "Yes, I know about that. When Tim told me, I wanted to castrate you. Then, I thought about it, and just figured you were a horny teenager and took advantage of your age and size difference to get sucked off. Law of the jungle, right?"
Steve nodded, still not quite sure what to make of everything. A part of me was gratified that Ruth could stupefy him as easily as she did me. Ruth got up and walked the short distance to Steve's chair, knelt in front of him, and looked at him expectantly. Whatever else, Steve wasn't a fool, and he broke out of his stupor and stood up, unfastening his pants and pushing them to his knees, along with his underwear. Ruth grinned. "Oh my. You really ARE the big brother, aren't you? Hard to believe you've got the same parents!"
I watched as my bride to be wrapped her fingers around my brother's cock and began to stroke it until it stood up rock hard. Ruth looked over at me and raised her eyebrows. "I know what you're thinking, and just stop it. First, we agreed to this. Remember, I promised you I would only fuck guys who have bigger dicks, and Steve qualifies. He's got you beat by a couple inches at least. But, I love you. If you tell me to stop, I will. Should I stop? What do you want me to do?"
In most of my mind, her question was simple to answer: Hell no, I don't want you to fuck my brother. But there was a deeper level. There was the level that had the fantasies about my girl fucking other men. And there was the level that calculated what Ruth wanted. That level tipped the balance. I knew she wanted to fuck him. And I knew she expected me to let him. That was just how things were. "I'm not going to tell you no, baby. You know I can't say no to you."
"I didn't ask if you could say no, I asked what YOU want me to do."
I knew what I was supposed to say; what I had to say: "I want you to fuck him."
Ruth looked at me, her brow wrinkled in thought. "I don't believe it. Convince me."
I looked at her in surprise, this time totally lost as to what she expected. "How can I do that?"
The barest smile played on Ruth's lips, "If you really want me to fuck your brother, I need you to do something for me first. Ever since you told me about what he made you do, a part of me has been curious. Look at his dick. All this chatter has made it wilt a little. If you will come over here and suck it just until it is hard again, I'll believe you."
In a nutshell, the love of my life was telling me to prove I wanted her to do something I did not really want her to do by doing something I most definitely didn't want to do. All I can say was I was hooked. Hooked hard. The fight - like I had that much anyway - went out of me and I went over to kneel beside her. Ruth was smiling in triumph and Steve was just smiling. She pointed the head of his cock towards me and there wasn't anything to say so I opened my mouth and took it in. I was looking into Ruth's eyes as I did so. She was grinning in satisfaction as she turned to look up at Steve.
"Law of the jungle, right? The strong eat the weak, or in this case, make the weak eat them."
I heard them both chuckle at Ruth's joke as I sucked Steve's cock into my mouth. I could feel it getting harder and I just wanted to hurry up and get it done. Ruth however had plans. She leaned close and put her mouth close to my ear.
"Tell him you are sorry you made it hard by struggling." She whispered, knowing I would now do anything she told me to do.
"Tell him you liked it when he made you suck him. Tell him you looked forward to it."
"Tell him you loved the taste of his sperm."
"Tell him you hope he lets you suck him off anytime he wants."
By the time I had repeated everything she wanted to hear, Steve was starting to moan and he was rock hard again, Ruth gently pushed me away from his cock, and kissed me. I felt her tongue play with my own. As always, her kiss was sensual, sultry, and full of promises of things to come. As she broke the kiss, she again whispered in my ear, "I love you so much!"
With that she turned her attention back to Steve. She stood up and pushed him back to sitting in the chair and straddled him. She reached behind herself and guided his cock into her pussy. It slid in easily, a testament to how turned on she was by all that had happened. I was too emotionally spent to move, so I knelt there at their feet, watching as my soon to be wife slowly rode up and down on the cock of my nemesis. I couldn't see, but from the sounds she was making, I knew my brother was playing with her breasts. I watched, mesmerized, as her pussy rode his cock, leaving it thickly coated with her wetness. Faster and faster she bounced up and down, moaning louder and louder. I was worried they were going to wake Theresa, but somehow they didn't. I saw Ruth glance towards the clock.
"Mmmmmm. Oh damn, you big fucker. It's after midnight. It's my wedding day. You're fucking me on my wedding day. Do you like that? Do you like fucking your brother's betrothed on her wedding day? I love it. I love having your cock inside me. You're the Best Man at our wedding, and you're the best man right now. You're stronger than Tim, bigger than Tim, and a better fuck than Tim, and you deserve to fuck his fiance. You deserve to have his fiance's cunt. Cum in me. Be the first man to cum in me on my wedding day. Mark your territory. Cum in my cunt and mark your territory!"
I watched as Steve strained up and Ruth pushed down, both of them cumming at the same time. Their bodies were pressing together and they both groaned loudly. I watched as they hit the crest and then slowly slowed down until she was finally sitting flat on his lap, both of them breathing like they had run a marathon. Ruth was gently kissing him, whispering things in his ear that I couldn't hear. During the course of the evening, I had felt a lot of emotions, but this was the first time I'd felt jealousy. The love of my life was sharing secrets with my brother.
Eventually, she raised herself off his cock and sit sideways next to him, crammed into the chair. She looked down at his softening cock, glistening wet. "Hmmmm..." she mused, "Might not be to smart to take that to bed with your wife in that condition. Tim, suck my cunt juice off your brother's cock so he won't get in trouble with his wife."
It wasn't even phrased as a request. Ruth's dominant side was fully in control. I crawled towards them and took his cock in my mouth. I can't lie. As humiliating as sucking my brother was, the taste of Ruth's pussy, even like this, never failed to arouse me. I sucked as much of his cock into my mouth as I could, then began to lick around the base and balls, not stopping until I could no longer taste Ruth's juices. Ruth laughed softly.
"God, that is so hot to watch. Who knew seeing my little Timmy suck dick would be such a turn on?"
Steve chuckled, and then said he should get to bed. Ruth made a pouty face but reluctantly raised up and let him slide out from under her, taking his place sitting in the chair. Just before Steve reached the door she called to him. As he turned to look back, she gave him a no nonsense look and said, "Just so we are all clear on this, unless there is some stud of a bellhop or room service guy at the hotel tonight, I want you to know that was one hundred percent, absolutely, and without any doubt the best fuck I'm getting on my wedding day. Thank you for making my special day extra special."
As soon as Steve closed the door behind him, Ruth turned her attention to me. She pulled my head up into her lap and gently stroked my face.
"Are you okay, baby?"
I didn't know what to say. She had asked that about Jimmy, and I had thought I was okay, but this was something different and I wasn't sure at all. Finally I mumbled, "All those things you said and made me say...."
I felt her hands tighten around me and she leaned forward and kissed me on the head, "I know, baby. Sometimes I get out of control. When you told me all those things, I don't know. I really did get mad at him. I was angry he did those things to you. But I can't explain it, really, but the more I thought about it the more it turned me on. I think it's primal. You know how when male lions fight over who's going to be the top lion, and the winner gets the females? I think its part of nature with humans too."
She took my face in her hands and held my face so I was looking up at her, a serious look on her face. "Honey, you know I love you. But he IS stronger than you and he IS bigger than you and he IS a better fuck than you. And, you told me you wanted me to fuck him, don't forget."
"I knew you wanted to, that's why." I mumbled.
Ruth nodded, "Yeah, I know. But you DID say it AND you sucked his cock. God, that was hot!" She was smiling, but then she got serious, "Is this going to be a problem? Are you going to call off our wedding on our wedding day?"
That required no thought at all. "No! I love you and want to be with you forever!"
Now she smiled again, "And I love you and want to be with you forever. This thing; its just sex. I need it. I crave it. But its not love, okay? My love is all for you."
I nodded up to her and she pulled my head back down onto her lap. I became aware of the smell of sex.
"Now that we have that settled, there is just a one teeny tiny thing..." she said. I looked up at her. "I'm fine with going to sleep with my pussy full of Steve's cum. More than fine with it, if that's what you want. Hell, I'll skip the shower in the morning and walk down the aisle dripping. Or, well, if you prefer I be fresh, you know what to do."
Yes, I knew what to do. I briefly saw the smile on her face as I got more comfortable and she slid down to the edge of the chair, spreading her legs. I leaned forward and slid my tongue along the length of her pussy, tasting the combined taste of her juice and my brother's load. As I dug my tongue in further, lapping up all the juice I heard her sigh.
"Good boy, cumsucker."
