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Loyalish1245 said:
I don’t know, I wonder if it would be an emasculating to him if she was actively involved in her own pleasure during that time. Or II don’t know, I wonder if it would be an emasculating to him if she was actively involved in her own pleasure during that time. Or I wonder if she should be constantly physically touching him, encouraging him.

I don’t know that I have any specific answers lol
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We need a lady to help us here. I got greedy ;)
 
Mr. Briggs said:
The Last Part...

Ryan chuckled softly, sliding in again, slow and deliberate. "You ready for more?"

"Yes," I breathed.

He pushed forward gently, inch by inch. "I'll go slow until your ass adapts to my size. Just relax and let me in."

The stretch built, burning deliciously as he filled me deeper. Lisa's voice was constant encouragement. "That's it, baby... take him slow. Feel how he's opening you up? God, your hole is stretching so perfectly around him. It's sexy as hell watching you give in."

Halfway in, the thickness hit its peak, making me whimper. Ryan paused, rubbing my back. Lisa leaned in.

"Is this enough?" she whispered, teasing. "Want to stop here?"

Ryan echoed softly, "Yeah... we can pause if it's too much."

"Please no," I gasped, pushing back desperately. "Don't stop. Give me more."

Lisa moaned, delighted. "Hear that, Ryan? My baby's hungry."

Ryan laughed low. "Fuck, that's hot."

He pushed again, slow and steady, the thickest part slipping past with a pop. The rest followed easier, deep, filling me completely until his hips pressed to mine.

"Holy shit," Lisa whispered, awe in her voice. "You're taking him all. Every inch. Look at that, balls-deep in real cock."

Ryan groaned, holding still. "Fuck, Eric... you're amazing. So tight, but you opened right up."

I moaned, the fullness overwhelming, my cock leaking steadily. "Feels... incredible."

Lisa kissed my shoulder, her hand sliding under to stroke me. "I know it does. You're made for this." Her voice turned dirtier, breathier. "Tell us how it feels, baby. Tell Ryan what his big cock is doing to you."

"So deep," I gasped. "Stretching me wide. Pulsing inside... fuck, it's better than the toy."

Ryan's hands tightened on my hips. "You want more? Want me to move?"

"Yes," I breathed. "Fuck me."

Lisa moaned, rubbing herself now. "Yes... fuck him, Ryan. Slow at first. Let me watch you fill my husband."

Ryan pulled back slightly, then thrust forward, slow, deep, the slide making me moan loud. "Like that?"

"Harder," I begged, pushing back.

Lisa's voice escalated, filthy and encouraging. "Yes, baby, take it harder. Show Ryan how greedy you are for cock." She leaned closer, whispering to me. "Tell him. Tell him how good his big dick feels."

"Fuck, Ryan... your cock's so thick," I groaned. "Feels amazing. Deeper... please."

Ryan picked up pace, thrusts building, the slap of skin filling the room. "Damn, Eric... you're taking me so well. Better than anyone."

Lisa whimpered, fingering herself faster. "Look at you two... my husband stuffed full of real cock. God, it's so hot. Fuck him harder, Ryan, make him come for us."

The rhythm intensified, deep, pounding, my prostate singing with every stroke. I leaked constantly, close now.

Ryan pulled out suddenly, leaving me empty and whimpering. The sudden void hit me like a shock. I felt desperately hollow, my body aching to be filled again. I wiggled my hips, pushing my ass back blindly, chasing the cock that had just been buried in me.

Lisa gasped. "Look at that gape, baby... your hole is wide open, pink and slick. So sexy."

Ryan groaned low. "Fuck... I've never seen someone as hungry for cock as your husband. WOW. Look at him moving that ass back, begging for it without words."

Lisa moaned, eyes wide. "I know... he's starving for it."

She reached for Ryan's cock. "Ryan, can I please guide your cock back in? It's as close as I'll get to having my own to fuck him with."

Ryan nodded, voice rough. "Go for it."

She gripped the base. "Fuck, this is harder and thicker than I thought." She guided it back to my entrance, sliding the head in just enough to tease. "How the hell are you taking this, Eric? It's massive."

She held it there, rocking the head shallow, in and out, just enough to make me feel the stretch but not the fullness. I whined, pushing back desperately.

Lisa laughed, low and wicked. "Oh my God, listen to him. We need to hear just how badly you want this cock right now, baby. This is your chance. Tell us. Tell me how much you need Ryan's big cock buried in your ass."

I was drunk with lust, words spilling out without filter, raw and filthy.

"Please," I gasped, voice breaking. "I need it so fucking bad. I need Ryan's huge cock stretching me open again. Fill me, please. My ass is aching for it. I feel so empty without it. I want every thick inch slamming deep. Make me your cock-slut. Pound me until I can't think. I need to feel that big dick owning me, breeding me, ruining me for anything else."

Lisa's breath hitched, her free hand flying between her thighs. "Holy fuck, baby... keep going."

Ryan groaned, hips twitching. "Shit, Eric... say more."

"I’m your greedy hole," I babbled, pushing back harder. "I was made for cock. Made for Ryan's cock. Please, Lisa, make him fuck me. I want to feel him swell inside me, pulse, come deep. I’m begging. I’ll do anything. Just give me that cock. I need it more than air right now."

Lisa moaned loud, eyes wild. "That’s it... my filthy, cock-drunk husband. Look at you begging like a desperate whore. Ryan, he’s ready."

She finally guided him forward, the thick shaft sliding home in one long, perfect thrust. I cried out as he filled me completely, the heat overwhelming.

Ryan groaned as he sank in again, the fullness returning with a moan from all three of us. "Fuck... this is good. This is the best ass I've ever fucked. Tight, hot, greedy... taking every inch like you were built for my cock."

He started thrusting, dirty words spilling out. "Feel that, Eric? My big dick owning your hole. Stretching you wide, pounding that spot. You're my perfect little fucktoy. That greedy ass milking me... fuck, you're going to make me breed you deep."

Lisa moaned, fingering herself faster. "Yes... tell him, Ryan. He loves hearing it. Pound my husband's hungry hole. Make him your bitch."

Ryan's thrusts turned harder, relentless. "That's right... your wife's watching me ruin this perfect ass. She's dripping because her man loves cock more than pussy right now. Aren't you, Eric? Say it."

"I'm your bitch," I groaned, lost in it. "Fuck me... use me."

Lisa's voice cracked with lust. "God, yes... my husband begging for cock. Ryan, wreck him. Fill that greedy hole until he can't think straight."

Ryan slammed deeper. "This ass is mine now. Tightest, greediest hole I've ever fucked. I've never met someone born for cock like you. You'll never think about pussy again. All you'll think about is my thick cock fucking you."

Lisa was shaking. "Do it. Ruin my husband. Pump him full. I want to see it leak out of his wrecked hole while he thanks you for it."

I was beyond words, just animal moans, my cock throbbing untouched, pre-cum pooling on the sheets.

Ryan's voice grew strained. "Shit... I haven't come in three weeks. If you want a real reward, I can feed you this load."

Lisa moaned loud, her eyes locked on us. "Oh yes, please. Cum in his mouth and face, Ryan. Give my husband what he deserves."

Ryan pulled out carefully, and I turned quickly, mouth open, eager. He stroked fast, groaning as the first thick spurt hit my tongue, hot and salty. More followed, ropes landing in my mouth, across my cheeks and chin. I swallowed what I could, the rest dripping down my face.

Lisa came watching it, crying out as her body shook. Ryan panted, stepping back, spent.

Lisa pulled me to her immediately, kissing me deep, tasting him on my lips. “You’re mine,” she whispered. “Always.”
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Very hot!!! So turned on right now! Can’t wait to very somewhere private so I can get off!
 
Okay, so, to start with...
Holy.FUCK! That was hot!
1. Submit it as a series. Allow time between segments, just not too much because you want them hungering for the next part...not forgetting.
2. I agree with the comment about positioning of the wife. She could be sitting with his head in her lap, or in a chair in front of him, cupping his chin, looking him in the eyes as Ryan takes him. How hot would that be??
3. Thank you for sharing this! I understand how much work goes into this, and I appreciate it!
4. Let us know when you post it, so we know to go and flood it with 5* ratings!
 
LustyScribe said:
Okay, so, to start with...
Holy.FUCK! That was hot!
1. Submit it as a series. Allow time between segments, just not too much because you want them hungering for the next part...not forgetting.
2. I agree with the comment about positioning of the wife. She could be sitting with his head in her lap, or in a chair in front of him, cupping his chin, looking him in the eyes as Ryan takes him. How hot would that be??
3. Thank you for sharing this! I understand how much work goes into this, and I appreciate it!
4. Let us know when you post it, so we know to go and flood it with 5* ratings!
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Wow thank you for that. It means a lot :)
 
Mr. Briggs said:
Then came the knock.

Soft. Electric.

We turned toward the curtain.

Lisa's eyes widened. "Well," she whispered. "Looks like someone wants to play."

The curtain pulled aside.

What emerged first was the shape. Then the light hit it.

A cock. Real. Heavy. Dark and veined. Soft, but still six inches long. Thick even without trying. The head full. Warm. Hanging low. Already glistening.

I froze.

She leaned closer. "That's real, baby. Bigger than any toy we've ever used. Warm. Alive."

Lisa's grip on me tightened. "Oh my God," she breathed.

She stared at it, eyes wide, lips slightly parted. Then she looked at me. "You okay?"

I nodded, but it was a lie. My whole body was vibrating. My cock was rock hard, trapped in her hand. My mouth dry. My thoughts gone.

"I just..." she whispered. "It's soft."

She reached forward. Her fingers touched it.

She gasped. "It's heavy. It's fucking heavy soft."

She cupped it gently, like she didn't want to wake it, like she was holding something sacred.

"Oh my god," she repeated. "I can feel the weight in my palm. It's not even hard yet." She let out a tiny laugh. "I didn't know soft could feel like that. Like it's... alive."

She turned her head toward me, her eyes shining with arousal and disbelief. "Baby," she whispered. "Touch it."

I hesitated.

Her voice softened. "Come on. Just feel it. I want you to know what it's like. I want us to know."

She moved her hand just enough to make space. My fingers reached out, tentative, shaking, and made contact.

Warm. Thick. Heavier than I expected. It twitched. I nearly pulled away, but Lisa's hand caught mine.

"Stay," she whispered.

I nodded, breath catching. She leaned in and kissed my jaw.

"It's real. And it's big soft. You know what that means?"

I nodded again, unable to look away.

Her voice was lower now, almost reverent. "It's going to be so much bigger hard. I can't even imagine it inside you yet. But I want to."

I swallowed hard. My hand still rested on it, and my cock pulsed in her grip.

Lisa's voice brushed against my ear. "That's it," she whispered. "Let it happen. Let it grow... right there in your hand."

And it did.

Slowly. Deliberately. Like it knew I was holding it. Like it had been waiting for this moment too.

The weight in my palm shifted. Thickened. I could feel the pulse of blood, the throb as it filled. Inch by inch, it lifted, not with urgency, but with gravity-defying confidence. Like it always got this reaction.

Lisa exhaled next to me. "Oh my god," she whispered. "It's getting harder."

She was still cupping the base, her thumb brushing over the skin like she was memorizing the shape. The curve. The sheer size.

"It's not even done," she murmured, eyes wide. "Feel that? It's still growing."

And it was. Now it was close to eye level, pointing slightly upward, dark and firm and massive. Easily nine inches, maybe more. Thick all the way up. The kind of cock that made you question every decision you thought you'd made, and want to make new ones.

My hand barely fit around it now.

Lisa looked over, saw the way I was breathing, the flush in my cheeks, the way I kept involuntarily squeezing the base.

She smiled. "You're trembling again."

"I know," I whispered.

She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. "You've never touched one this big, have you?"

I shook my head.

Her voice dropped, warm and wicked. "You've stroked toys this size. Taken them. But this... this is real. It's pulsing in your hand."

The cock twitched again, firmer now. The veins pronounced. The head swollen and wet with precum.

Lisa's hand slipped from the base and slid up behind mine. "Stroke it, baby," she whispered. "Nice and slow. Show me how you'd take care of it."

My hand moved, almost on instinct. Up. Down. The skin warm and slick. The shaft so thick my fingers didn't close around it. My own cock twitched in my pants, aching, helpless.

Lisa moaned softly. "That's it."

Her words dropped straight into my chest like heat.

"You love this, don't you?" she breathed. "Helping. Preparing. Being useful."

I nodded. "Yes."

"Because you know what comes next."

I froze. My hand still wrapped around that incredible shaft, now hard and proud and ready.

Lisa turned to me, her voice low and tender. "He hasn't said a word. He's just watching you. Letting you stroke him. Letting you feel every inch before you decide."

She kissed the side of my face. "But I know you. You don't want to decide. You want to be told."

I swallowed.

She reached for my waistband. "You're leaking."

I nodded.

She smiled. "Of course you are."

Lisa turned her head slowly and finally looked up at the man, at his face. He met her gaze. Calm. Confident. Unbothered.

She looked back at me and whispered:

"He's waiting, baby. But I think he knows. I think he sees it in your eyes that you're about to beg me to let you put that beautiful cock in your mouth."

Lisa held my face in her hands and tilted it gently toward hers. "Breathe," she whispered. "Look at me."

I did. My eyes were wide. Wet. Open.

Her thumb traced over my bottom lip. "You've dreamed of this. So many nights. So many times with toys. Whispering my name while you fucked yourself, wishing it was real."

I nodded, desperate.

She leaned in, her lips grazing mine. "You're ready, aren't you?"

"Yes."

Her eyes gleamed. "Say it. Say what you want."

I hesitated, trembling. My voice barely made it out.

"I want to suck it."

Lisa's breath caught. Her eyes locked onto mine like she'd been waiting to hear that for years.

Then she smiled.

She turned toward the cock, thick, heavy, still glistening from the slow stroke I'd just given it, and wrapped her hand around the base again. It twitched at her touch.

She guided it gently, bringing it just inches from my lips.

"There," she said softly. "That's for you."

My mouth opened on instinct, heat radiating through me. I could smell him. Clean. Faintly musky. Erotic in a way no toy ever was.

But I didn't move.

Lisa leaned in again, her breath hot on my ear. "Lick it."

Her hand pressed lightly on the back of my neck.

"Just the tip. Like we practiced."

My tongue flicked out, shaky at first, and met the warm, slick head. Salty. Thick. Real.

Lisa moaned softly.

"There you go," she whispered. "That's my boy."

I licked again, slower this time. More confident. My mouth opening a little wider. Exploring.

The cock pulsed.

Lisa stroked my hair. "Taste him. Use your tongue like you mean it. You've wanted this. Needed this."

My lips parted, and I wrapped them around the tip. Soft suction. A gentle suck.

Lisa's hand gripped my shoulder, steadying herself. "Fuck," she breathed. "You look so hot like this. Do you feel it?"

I nodded, cock pressed to my tongue, my lips sliding a little further down the shaft.

"Good," she purred. "Now take more."

I did.

Each inch slid in warmer than the last. My lips stretched, my throat tensed. My cock pulsed, untouched and aching.

Lisa watched, voice low and proud. "That's it. Use your mouth. Feed on it. Make me proud."

She pressed her palm to my back. "I want to see how far you can go."

I moaned around the shaft, the sound vibrating through my throat.

Lisa leaned in. "Look at me."

I glanced up. Her eyes were wide, breath shallow, fingers trembling against her thigh.

"You're beautiful," she whispered. "Beautiful with a cock in your mouth."

She kissed my forehead, then whispered:

"You're mine. And now he knows it too."

The cock pressed against my tongue, heavier now, firmer. Not full hardness yet, but enough that I had to work for it.

Lisa's fingers caressed my jaw as I started to suck, slowly, cautiously.

"Mmm," she breathed. "Look at those lips. Taking it like they've done this before."

She moved behind me, her palm against my lower back.

"Arch a little more. Yes. I want him to feel how eager you are. Don't just suck. Offer."

My body obeyed before my mind could process. I pushed my hips forward slightly, arching just the way she told me, as if my mouth and ass were begging to be filled.

Lisa moaned. "Fuck, baby. You're being so good. I can't believe this is real. That this is my husband. On his knees. Worshiping cock like he was meant to."

The man stayed silent, letting her lead.

I moaned around the shaft, feeling it swell. My lips stretched wider, my jaw loosening. Every inch felt like a new surrender.

Lisa stroked my hair.

"Remember what I told you?" she whispered. "If you can't take it all, stroke the base with your hand. Let your throat learn. Let it open."

I did. My hand found the slick, warm base and stroked while my lips wrapped tighter around the top.

"Ohh baby," Lisa said, voice breaking slightly. "You're making me so wet right now. Seeing you like this... it's better than any porn. Better than anything we've ever done."

She reached into her jeans. I heard the wet sound of fingers finding her clit.

"God, you look used already. And he hasn't even started fucking your throat yet."

I whimpered again.

She leaned down, voice thick with arousal. "You love this, don't you?"
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I came so fucking hard!!!
 
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