Incubus Claims the Busty Divorcee (The Incubus Grows His Harem 2), page 1
Incubus Claims the Busty Divorcee
The Incubus Grows His Harem 2
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Naughty Excerpt from “Incubus Claims the Busty Divorcee”
Ms. Oriol rubbed her hand over my cock. She massaged me as I hit the lights at Meridian. She purred in delight as she squeezed me. She was so wild. This was my fantasy. She licked her lips as we passed through the intersection and crossed the Puyallup River.
My zipper rasped down. Her hand slid into my fly. I groaned as she did that. She fished out my cock as I turned onto the freeway. I hit the gas. I sped down the on-ramp as she leaned her head over. I got the car into fifth before she covered the shift stick and engulfed my cock.
“Fuck!” I roared as the wind whipped through my hair. I laughed as she blew my dick.
A woman I had just met was blowing my cock as I drove an expensive, classic Corvette. It was from the 80s, I thought. I wasn't a gearhead. I did just enjoy her mouth on my cock. She bobbed her head, working up and down.
That felt fantastic. She suckled on me with all that she had. It was just amazing to have her nursing on me like that. She suckled with all her might on me. My dick twitched and throbbed. She felt so amazing. The pressure in my nuts grew and grew.
“Ms. Oriol,” I moaned, merging onto 410 and driving at nearly 80.
She nursed on me with passion. It was so wild having her do this as we drove. I loved it. My cock throbbed in her mouth. Her tongue flicked around it, massaging me. I shuddered, the pressure in my balls twitching.
The ache to cum swelled and swelled as I drove past cars getting blown. No one who saw me out for this Sunday drive could know I had a woman's head in my lap. She just bobbed her head. She suckled on me with all that she had. The pressure was incredible.
This was insane. I don't know how I did this, but I was loving it more and more. Ms. Oriol's hot mouth worked up and down me. She suckled on me with all that she had. I loved it so much. I savored that hot mouth nursing on me with all that she had.
To find out what happens next, read on!
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Incubus Claims the Busty Divorcee
Ethan Dunn
I couldn't believe the wild morning I had. Not only had I made love to my best friend Brandy, but her step-mother had fucked me. Given me a titty fuck like I had always fantasized about. Mrs. Bellamy had such great, big titties. It was like my sexual desires were coming true.
I had been horny when I walked over to see Brandy, and accidentally barging in on her in her underwear hadn't helped. It just let me see that she had a skinny figure she hid beneath her baggy clothes. She was a nerdy tomboy. I hadn't ever really thought of her as a woman.
I did now.
I made love to her.
Took her cherry.
She had just stripped naked and sucked my dick. Then we did so many other things I'd only dreamed about before she had to go with her Dad. It was Sunday, and they were off to this sort of swap meet mall called B&I. I hadn't gone in years. They used to have a gorilla in a cage.
I jogged down the road, freaked out not only by how women were fulfilling my sexual desires without me telling them, but that I could bond them when I came in them. I bonded with Brandy, forging this love. I almost did with her step-mom, but she’s married.
I liked Brandy's dad. I didn't want to wreck their marriage. I had already cucked the guy, and he was not the sort I wanted to mess with. A big guy. A mechanic. He worked with his hands. I was pretty sure he could fold me into a pretzel.
So I was off to the T&A Car Dealership. I was buying my first car today. A '97 Toyota Corolla. It was a car older than me, but it would run. Toyota's were always great for that. Mr. Bellamy said that. I bet my dad would agree if he were still alive.
My Dad was a great guy. I wish he was here so I could talk to him about what was happening.
As I jogged, I spotted other women who drew my eye. A woman who jogged right at me in a sports bra, her boobs round and jiggling slightly. She had a fit boy. Would she just... I pushed down those thoughts. I didn't want to test them.
What if she did what I thought?
The woman looked at me as I passed with smoky heat. Her hands went for her top. She flashed me. Her tits popped out, round and firm, her pink nipples hard. I groaned as I passed her by. That was insane that she just did it. I kept going.
This was too wild. Too inane. What was even going on?
I broke into a full ruan for a block or two, trying to think of anything but sex. I was nineteen. That was a hard prospect to do. I kept going until I was out of breath and had to walk. I was heading down River Road now. A lot of car dealerships were here across from the Fred Meyers. I slowed to a walk and headed past the new ones to the used ones. I passed where the old K-Mart and theater were and reached T&A Auto.
I had my car loan and my down payment. I was ready to buy the car. I stepped onto the lot and instantly a sleazy guy in a polo shirt and khaki slacks saw me. He had his black hair greased back and a thick mustache on his upper lip.
“Morning, morning,” he said. “Out early looking for deals.”
“Something like that,” I said, looking around the lot.
“You look like a man who knows what he wants,” the man said.
I pulled the printout from my back pocket and handed it to him. It was a blue Toyota. “I'm looking to buy that.”
“Yep, I thought you were one of those sort of guys,” he said, slipping his arm around my shoulder like we were best friends. “I could tell that you're the sort of guy who knows what he wants and doesn't want to pussyfoot around.” He chuckled. “You see the pussy you want, you go for it. Same with cars.”
My cheeks burned as he led me over to the Corolla. It was parked near the small office building amid all the cramped cars. It had a sticker on the window that told its features and the price in the window. $905.
“It's in great condition,” he said. “Hardly driven, if you can believe that. At least on this engine. Had it rebuilt. 45,000 miles. Can you believe that? It's a great car for a young man starting out. Get you out of the house. Girls like a guy in a car.”
A throaty engine growled, drawing my attention to a classic red Corvette convertible with the top down on this fine, warm September Sunday. The weather was still holding well before October came. The woman driving it caught my breath. She had blonde hair that flowed behind her, riding gloves on her hand. She backed the car in, glancing at us through her sunglasses. She was the sort of woman I wanted to take for a ride while she sucked my dick. Then I’d fuck her on the hood of that car.
only I
She put a for-sell price in the windshield. $77,000. She rose out of the car in a tight-fitting red dress. A stretchy sheath that hugged her curvy body. It was short, showing off gorgeous legs. She wore knee-high, black boots. Yes, I wanted to take her for a ride.
“That's Ms. Oriol,” the man said. “Don't stare. Boss'll cut your balls off, man.”
“Trophy wife?” I asked, staring at her body.
“Well, they're separated. Divorced. But Mr. Fattore will get her back.” The man then cursed. “Why is she walking over here.”
She was. She marched right at me, my dick so hard. Her big boobs had a firmness. They were fake tits, but they looked glorious. I wanted to see them bouncing as I fucked her on the hood of the car at some vista. Just take her for a ride.
“You don't want to buy this car,” she said, taking off her riding gloves one at a time. She had slender figure. No wedding ring. “No, no, you're the sort of man that needs a real car.” She crooked her finger.
“Ms. Oriol, I don't think—” the salesman started to say but she cut him off.
“I don't pay you to think, do I?” she said and turned, swaying off to the car, her swaying rump beckoning.
My dick was hard enough, But the she threw a smoky look over her shoulder. My dick was so hard I just followed her without a second thought. I mean... that ass just begged to be followed. If she bent over the car and wiggled it at me, I would be...
God, she was doing that. She bent over the car and wiggled it at me.
“Fuck me,” the salesman breathed. “The boss...”
I just headed over to her, my dick so hard. I reached it and said, “That's a beaut.”
“Mmm, this is the car you want,” she said, turning around and leaning against the car. Her big breasts stretched out that dress, her nipples poking it. “Trust me.”
“I can barely afford that one,” I said, rubbing my hand across the back of my neck. “This... I mean, it's more than I make in three years.”
“Mmm, maybe we can work out a deal. I own this car lot. Got it from my husband in the divorce. I'm sure we can work out something if you'd like to take her for a test drive.”
“Sure,” I said, the woman so hot. I just wanted to spend time with her, and... This was my fantasy coming to life.
“Perfect,” she purred and sauntered around the car, her hand boldly sliding across the front of my jeans as she passed me. She squeezed my hard cock. “Oh, yes, perfect. Mmm, and you would not believe what this car comes with.”
“You?” I asked as I opened the door and climbed into a seat I had to adjust back.
She laughed as she slipped in the other side. “Maybe.”
I pressed the clutch and started the car. She purred to life. She was in great condition. I smiled as I pulled forward. Not only was the used car salesman glaring at me but so were several mechanics in grease-stained jumpsuits. I didn't care right now. If they all had crushes on her, it was their loss.
She wanted me.
“Mmm, it fits you,” she purred. “Go right. Let's get out on 410. I know a beautiful spot.”
I nodded. 410 led up toward Mount Rainier. I had to get on 167 for a short period. It was just up to the right. She rubbed at my cock as drove the stick shift. Thank god for Mr. Bellamy teaching Brandy and me how to drive in his truck. He wanted us to have some life skills.
And I fucked his second wife.
Ms. Oriol rubbed her hand over my cock. She massaged me as I hit the lights at Meridian. She purred in delight as she squeezed me. She was so wild. This was my fantasy. She licked her lips as we passed through the intersection and crossed the Puyallup River.
My zipper rasped down. Her hand slid into my fly. I groaned as she did that. She fished out my cock as I turned onto the freeway. I hit the gas. I sped down the on-ramp as she leaned her head over. I got the car into fifth before she covered the shift stick and engulfed my cock.
“Fuck!” I roared as the wind whipped through my hair. I laughed as she blew my dick.
A woman I had just met was blowing my cock as I drove an expensive, classic Corvette. It was from the 80s, I thought. I wasn't a gearhead. I did just enjoy her mouth on my cock. She bobbed her head, working up and down.
That felt fantastic. She suckled on me with all that she had. It was just amazing to have her nursing on me like that. She suckled with all her might on me. My dick twitched and throbbed. She felt so amazing. The pressure in my nuts grew and grew.
“Ms. Oriol,” I moaned, merging onto 410 and driving at nearly 80.
She nursed on me with passion. It was so wild having her do this as we drove. I loved it. My cock throbbed in her mouth. Her tongue flicked around it, massaging me. I shuddered, the pressure in my balls twitching.
The ache to cum swelled and swelled as I drove past cars getting blown. No one who saw me out for this Sunday drive could know I had a woman's head in my lap. She just bobbed her head. She suckled on me with all that she had. The pressure was incredible.
This was insane. I don't know how I did this, but I was loving it more and more. Ms. Oriol's hot mouth worked up and down me. She suckled on me with all that she had. I loved it so much. I savored that hot mouth nursing on me with all that she had.
“Ms. Oriol!” I groaned as we sped through Sumner on our way up the hill to Bonney Lake. “Shit, shit, shit!”
I couldn't hold back. I erupted.
I sped past a logging truck and dumped my cum into Ms. Oriol's mouth. She didn't even know my name, but she was swallowing my jizz. I shuddered, the pleasure sweeping through me. I gripped the steering wheel and held down on the gas, the Corvette climbing the hill, engine growling.
Just like I was. I snarled out my pleasure, hands crushing the cream-hued steering wheel. I flooded her mouth with all that I had. She swallowed my cum. She gulped down every drop. I erupted one last time into her.
She swirled her tongue around the crown and slid over the slit as she suckled out the last few drops. I panted, feeling so amazing from dumping my load into her mouth. She popped her mouth off with a wet plop. I felt so amazing.
“Oh, god, that was yummy,” she moaned as I looked up and had to slow down. 410 turned from a freeway to a highway that had traffic lights and cross streets and shopping districts. “Mmm, you have such good cum.”
“Yeah,” I panted, slowing the car. I downshifted.
“Take a right at the light,” she purred. “There's a great overlook of the valley. Just beautiful.”
I merged over as I glanced at her. “You are a great cocksucker, Ms. Oriol.”
“Moira,” she purred, her blonde hair flying behind her. She had dark roots. Not a natural.
“Ethan.”
“Ethan,” she purred, savoring my name. “Mmm, you have yummy jizz. Yes, you do. You're just a stud. Oh, I am going ride you so hard on the hood of the Corvette.”
“That's just what I was hoping you would say.” I thought about her just shoving down the front of her dress and exposing her breasts. I lusted for it.
She yanked down the front of her dress, exposing her big, firm tits. They were fakes, but just as gorgeous as I thought. Not the natural tits of Mrs. Bellamy. These defied gravity with silicone's help. They jiggled in such a plump way, her dark-pink nipples hard.
“Oh, I love feeling the wind rushing over my tits,” she said. “Ooh, I feel so free. I'm glad I met you. My life is turning out great now that I divorced that fat pig.”
I grinned at her, admiring her tits. We drove through Bonney Lake until we headed down some back roads and found the overlook. No one was here. The Puyallup Valley stretched out before us. Orting, Sumner, and Puyallup where I lived. Mount Rainier at one end of the valley, the Puget Sound and Tacoma at the other.
She climbed out of the car and sat on the hood. I rose, my cock still thrusting out of my jeans. I just had to feast on her pussy. I wanted her to take off her panties and spread her legs. She reached beneath her red dress and drew out a black thong. She rolled it over her knees and boots. She tossed it to me.
A frilly thing. Her tart musk filled my nose. I groaned as I breathed it in.
I shoved her panties into my pocket as she spread her legs and flashed me her pussy. Her dress rode up, her cunt shaved and dripping. I groaned and dropped to my knees before her. I buried my face into Moira's pussy.
“Oh, yes, Ethan,” gasped the divorcee. She was in her early thirties at most. A gorgeous woman in her prime.
I savored the feel of her shaved cunt on my face. Maybe a waxed twat. I kissed at her smooth vulva and brushed her pussy lips. She didn't have a tight slit like Brandy, but a nice fan of pink pussy lips that I licked through. I brushed her clit. She gasped when I stroked over it. Her back arched and moans echoed through the room.
