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🕑 Added 2018-11-21 00:17:37 +0000 UTC Peter stopped fucking her after that. At least, Gwen thought he did. She passed out sometime between orgasms, when they were coming so quickly and so furiously that she could barely tell where one began and one ended, when Peter was thrusting into her and when he was pulling out, when she was full of his cock and cum and when she was about to be.When Gwen woke up, she was back in her apartment. From where she’d been discarded on the couch, she could see into the kitchen. The refrigerator was gaping open. Peter had picked it clean, then literally raided the pantry, ripping open cans and jars to devour the foodstuff inside. A stack of empty pizza boxes told her that he’d even ordered in, the cardboard stacked seven high.
Then Peter came back to her. Leaving the facility, she could only assume, had more to do with sating his hunger than having his literal fill of her cunt. And now that he’d appeased it, and she was once more able to make the orgasmic moans he enjoyed hearing from her so much, it was time for her to resume her duties as the world’s most willing sex slave.
He fucked her in every room of the apartment. He bent her over the oven range in the kitchen, turning on the burners just inches from her chest as he took her from behind. She thought he was some kind of sadist, but he knew exactly how to turn her on. The longer she spent in that position, the more aroused she became. The prospect of pain, so near it was almost hurting her already, made her clench and throb even harder for him. She came as good as she ever had, the climax rattling her teeth. She was left begging for more and Peter gave it to her.
It soon became apparent that if Gwen didn’t want Peter to break her hip, she would need to find another receptacle—quite literally—for his lusts.
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Jill was Gwen’s cousin, but she could’ve practically been her twin aside from an English accent and brunette hair. Privately she’d confided to Gwen that she was hoping to meet a guy while visiting New York, finding Americans’ brashness and confidence at least sexy enough for a one-night stand, but so far, she’d had no luck. Even American guys were intimidated by her good looks and arousing accent, which Gwen envied. The woman sounded like Kate Beckinsale at her most seductive, and the black hair suited her sweet, friendly face.
She was overjoyed to hear that Gwen had a friend, recently on the market, who was interested in meeting her.
Peter needed to eat again, so Gwen gave him her credit card and pointed him at the bodega down the street. She straightened up the place, lighting several scented candles to diffuse the smell of sex in the air. She wondered what Jill would say if she knew that Gwen was setting her up with a man she herself had already fucked numerous times. Maybe it would help if Gwen mentioned to her that before she called, Gwen had been seriously considering just letting Peter orgasm her to death. What a way to go that would be!
“I can’t believe I’m letting you set me up on a blind date!” Jill cried, so jubilantly that she just had to be overcompensating for her own trepidation. “Is this really how you ‘hook up’ in America?”
“Usually, we use an app,” Gwen said. “But I think it’s better to keep things in the family. Don’t be nervous, people do this all the time.”
“But not me,” Jill stressed, her voice filling with a taut excitement.
Gwen felt exasperated. “He’ll be here soon. He’ll really show you a good time. Just keep an open mind.”
Jill felt her knees shake like tinker toys. She’d been in Gwen’s apartment so many times, but for the first time she was going to use it as some prospective love nest, with a man she’d never even met before. Her courage suddenly vanished.
“I can’t!” she told Gwen, her heart pounding. “There’s no way!”
“No way what?” a coolly masculine voice asked.
While Jill had turned to look at Gwen, Peter had opened the door. Jill’s heart skipped a beat as she looked at his muscular frame, emphasized by his tight shirt and faded jeans. Involuntarily, her gaze went to his crotch. His pants were too tight and his cock too big for her not to see it against his thigh, perfectly outlined through the denim.
“This is Jill,” Gwen said, taking over. “My cousin from England. She’s been saying how she’d love to meet an American guy before she goes back… Peter, wouldn’t you want to meet her?”
“I’d love to,” Peter said, his gaze raking over Gwen. “If you don’t mind.”
Gwen blushed ferociously. “I, uh, I have to go. Jill can take care of you.”
Jill could see Peter’s manhood throbbing inside his jeans. She tried to speak, but her throat felt far too small to let words out. So she just nodded her head.
“You two should get to know each other. I have to run,” Gwen said. She smiled at Jill. “Have fun.”
“Is that what you want to do?” Peter asked Jill. Suddenly his lips were brushing against her cheek. “Have fun?”
Jill felt her pulse bursting like bombshells in her ears. She could scarcely believe what was happening, how openly Peter was propositioning her, the strong hints of something untoward between him and Gwen. It wasn’t too late for her to tear away from him and flee. But when Peter moved away from her to close the door behind Gwen, she froze.
“Don’t be nervous,” Peter told her, returning to glide his hands gently up and down her arms. “You’re safe here. I’m not going to hurt you.”
His tone was so soothing and his touch was so gentle that she felt an instant calm. Jill exhaled a breath she hadn’t known she was holding. “What are you going to do to me?”
“What I did to Gwen. What she knew you’d love. What you know you’ll love.”
She was unable to look away from him, her eyes endlessly caressing his handsome features. She let herself come closer to him, snuggling against his chest. She could feel his cock growing against her leg. A hungry throb of need started in her pussy and she had to moan, it was so forceful.
Their first kiss had a dreamlike quality. His lips were against hers, his tongue inside her mouth, his hands on her body. She felt her clothes being pulled away so expertly that it was like another caress, her bare breasts left heaving against his body. Jill found herself hoping he liked the way they felt…
He laid her down gently on the carpet, lowering himself down between her knees, his crotch against hers. Her teeth clenched with pleasure as his deliciously hard erection pressed against her. Deftly, he dropped his hand down to his fly, unsnapping and unzipping it. The pressure of his throbbing arousal pushed his cock out of his open fly, bobbing up to slap against his stomach. Jill couldn’t look away from it. Even when Peter buried his face in her cleavage, his mouth hot and hungry on her tender skin, she still remembered how enormous his member had been as it waited between their bodies.
“Oh God!” Jill moaned, thinking of how wonderful it must have felt for Gwen to have such a big dick thrusting inside of her. It was amazing she’d wanted to share! If his cock felt as good inside her as his mouth did on her flesh, she might not give him back!
Peter teasingly rubbed himself against Jill’s slick cunt, noting how sweetly familiar it was in its similarity to Gwen’s, while also offering the promise of something new and (for the moment) untamed. Her labia hungrily contracted—it was obvious Jill wanted Peter to discover the differences between her and her cousin just as badly as he did. And with a single slow thrust, Peter learned her inch by inch, until the base of his cock was encircled by her widely splayed pussy.
Jill cried out in ecstasy, or perhaps in denial that his gigantic cock had actually fit inside her. Somewhere between her repressive upbringing and her present, lustful circumstances, she associated sluttiness with literal looseness. And, as his large, throbbing balls rubbed against her inner thighs, she was forced to think of herself as a slut—an idea she quite liked as she grabbed the back of Peter’s head, forcing his mouth to her cleavage, kissing the top of his head with all the affection she could express in no other way. She needed him biting her tits and filling her cunt as he was doing, but also needed to show him how thankful she was for the pleasure he was giving her.
As he thrust into her, Jill was actually most thankful for the twinges of pain she felt as her comparatively tiny pussy adjusted to the sheer size of his cock. She told herself that proved she wasn’t a whore—at least, not so big of one that she couldn’t live with herself. I’m only a whore for him, she thought as her thinking spiraled away from her, out of control, now only a reflex action as the majority of her mind went blank with pleasure. Only for him.
As if triggered by that abrupt thought echoing in the void of her satisfaction, Jill found herself tingling with her first shattering climax. It grabbed hold of her like a fist, squeezing pleasure out of every part of her. She screamed out in release, as unable to control her passion as she was to control her lewd, submissive thoughts. She jerked her hips up to his savage thrusts, each movement bringing her to a new level of delicious warmth.
“Fuck me!” she groaned, finally able to speak and now with nothing else to say but the most obvious request. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck my cunt!”
Peter drove himself into her with more strength than he had ever used on a woman before, his hands on her shoulders to keep her body from being buffeted away from where it was serving as a very satisfactory cock holster for him. He could feel his seed seething inside his balls, demanding to be released, while his cock thrummed through her cunt as hard as stone.
Jill felt another sweet, orgasmic explosion shoot into her as Peter’s cock bulged with throbbing jerks of life. She could feel the first spasm of his release travel out of his balls and thunder through his shaft, swelling it out so thickly that Gwen could’ve sworn she saw his phallic outline in her lower belly.
With a hearty grunt, Peter barraged her sex, thickly emptying his balls into the very back of her cunt. She felt every throb shaking his length as it shot out of him, splattering deep in her belly, filling the inside of her with creamy warmth. As if her very body were thanking her with this gift from the Parker man, Jill came for every ejaculation he made inside her. She was left delirious with both of their overpowering releases. Her voice was all hoarse groaning as her inner spasms strung together to form one long, exhausting plateau of satiated bliss. Her pussy ended up overflowing with hot, frothy seed, pumping out of her overwide sex with every thrust he gave her. She felt its stickiness ooze down between her thighs, all the way to her asshole.
When Peter gave a last, grinding stroke to the depths of her womanhood, she felt as if he were pressing into her chest. She couldn’t breathe until he took it out, and even then, she’d felt no anxiety over being unable to breathe. Her usual neurosis over sex had completely vanished. She would’ve been totally comfortable if he murdered her, so long as she kept feeling the creamy warmth of their shared ecstasy.
“That was wonderful,” she whispered from the plush depths of decadent relaxation.
“That was nothing,” Peter told her, and she felt his cock get even harder.
Before he could thrust into her, Jill took hold of her hands and moved them promptingly to her throat. Peter tightened his grip there. She nodded approvingly. He pumped his cock inside her. Jill’s eyes rolled back into her head.
She had liked not being able to breathe. She liked it even better when Peter was doing it deliberately.
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