True Brit
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Episode 23: Hard to Swallow
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 23: Hard to Swallow - Britney Foxx loved the Art of the Bet. More often than not those bets were lost, and she paid for it with dares that almost always ended up in her being naked and sexually challenged. One day a bet went too far, and she was locked into a long-term predicament. Sure, she could renege but where was the fun in that? Losing always turned her on. BET ON THAT! ANTE UP YOU FUCKS!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Blackmail Coercion Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Brother Sister Father Daughter Humiliation Light Bond Spanking Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Fisting Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism
Out in the boonies, Florida! Not swampland, but close enough! Cicada serenades at the moment.
It had been an exhausting day at the Ruuthouse farm. Isaiah Ruuthouse aka Big Daddy had emerged from taking a leisurely bath in the homes claw tub. Heading to relax in his bedroom he discovered his lovely wife Mary awaiting him in their bed. Candles were lit for ambience.
“What is this I am witness too?”
Mary wore only her night gown, caressed by her long flowing brown hair. She lay upon the large queen-sized bed in perhaps her best seductive pose. Something she was unaccustomed to. Certainly noticed!
“You disapprove husband?”
Isaiah rubbed his lengthy beard while troubled by the sight. He had never known her to act in this fashion. Casually he steps closer to the bed after shutting the bedroom door. Standing over her, he merely looks down upon her.
“I would not say I disapprove. You are my wife. As lovely as ever.” She warmly smiled and almost blushed. It was not often that Isaiah voiced compliments.
“Forgive me husband. I do not wish to offend you. I have missed you this day. Moreso than usual. My thoughts are of your touch.” She patted the bed after rolling to her right to lay on her back. “Join me!” Of course, she envisioned Keith Foxx instead.
He acknowledged her body beneath her gown as she pulled it up to her knees. Her nipples lifted the simple gown toward her husband, who had admired them all along.
Sitting gently beside her, Isaiah felt the hair on his neck bristle. He grew suspicious of her motives. After all of these years together, this was the first time that Mary had instigated any form of romantic pleasure. Not that he found it unappealing, merely unusual.
“Do not frown upon me husband. I ask you to smile and know I wish to please you.”
“Has the Devil gotten into you, Mary?”
“No! Merely thoughts of making my husband smile after a long sweaty workday. Allow me to do so husband.”
He nodded then removed his wife beater and boxers. The incredibly hairy man now lay naked beside her. As he usually did, he rolled over and kissed her passionately on his terms. His large hands clutching her breast. She enjoyed his touch very much. Even though her thoughts continued to envision Keith. To be honest he was all she could think about.
In her turmoil of desire, she lifted her hips to pull her gown over her butt and allowed her feet to caress up and down Isaiah’s muscular legs. He enjoyed her tenderness and decided to raise away in favor of her removing her gown entirely.
“You are indeed an angel from Heaven, Mary.” He admired her perfection. Only very faint stretch marks disturbed her flesh. Even after two children her breasts were perky and firm. He began to roll over onto her when she halted him with both hands planted upon his chest.
“A moment longer, husband. Have faith in me.”
She guided him away and coaxed him into rolling over onto his back. Shocked and curious he complied. Mary then proceeded to sit at his side and rub his hairy chest with teasing nails. She opted to lean in and kiss his chest before moving ever so slowly to his stomach. Both of his eyebrows raised at her attentive pecks.
“What has gotten into you, Mary?”
“Nothing yet. In time.” She whispered then continued on her journey south. Nuzzling amid his pubic hair she shivered expecting to be scolded. Her lips tenderly pecked at him, her facial profile caressed by his rising monster. She knew he was liking her unexpected maneuvers. If not, he would not be quite so aroused. Tilting her face toward his eight-inch beast she offered it a single kiss. This made him tense up beneath her.
“May I go further, husband? I realize this is ... new to the both of us.” He trembled even if he did grumble and offer a scowl.
“If you like.”
With permission granted, her encouragement led her to continue kissing up and down his shaft. At his balls she admired its fullness. Her lips wrapping around his sack, her tongue swirled around his balls. Light tugs of suction led to a mighty swath of her tongue that encompassed his entire scrotum until gliding upward over his foreskin and all the way to his crown. Isaiah was uncircumcised but at the tip she kissed it regardless.
“I adore you Ke-- eper of my heart.” He dismissed her hesitance, not realizing she nearly spoke Keith’s name.
“I adore you my wife.”
Before he could react further, she swallowed his cock for the first time ever and choked on its girth. She knew he liked it by his rising hips and hands upon her scalp. His grip held her head firm as he let her warm wet lips rise and fall along his dick. The power she felt made her desires for Keith even more emotional. Her mission was becoming a success.
Isaiah still needed to assert himself as a man and dominant. He forced her to suck his dick faster until she gagged, refusing to let up on her until she turned blue in the face. Yet, in all of her newfound torment she found pleasure. Keith Foxx was amazing.
For ten long minutes Isaiah fucked her mouth. Mary was a mess of sinus and tears. With an evil grin Isaiah tensed up and showered her tonsils in cum. Her first time ever tasting it made her grimace until it became tolerable. Keith was delicious. So, she predicted!
Releasing his grip Isaiah laid back and pulled his pillow up under his head. He expected to be done having spent his load. Not so fast breadwinner! Mary crawled up over him and straddled his lap. Nails again toyed amid his fur covered chest.
“May I continue husband?” She gyrated slowly over his genitals. Eyes narrowing, he inhales deeply before offering his verdict.
“You may.”
Reaching beneath her she discovered his erection and installed it properly. Thus, her ride began. She clutched her own turbulent bosom and crushed them together as she slid her thighs up and down over his monstrous shaft.
He admired her intensity and placed his hands to each side of her hips. Her gyrations focused, she whimpered and moaned. Touch was always nice. In pleasing herself she undoubtedly pleased him. He kept her balanced and enjoyed the view.
“Surely you are possessed woman.”
“Do you not like this husband?”
“I do.” He realized!
Without looking down at him, instead toward the ceiling, she ushered forth a warm flow of succulent juices over his balls and inner thighs. In her joyous moment her voice escalated into repetitive cries of pleasure. They became so loud that Isaiah feared waking the children and his mother. Yet, he did nothing to silent her.
With a mighty, unrestrained orgasm she screamed and bulged her eyes, staring directly down at Isaiah for confirmation that it was he whom she fucked. Not Keith Foxx!
Isaiah amazed by her, rolled her over gruffly and fucked her in a missionary position for another ten minutes before detonating into his wife. He too snarled at the top of his lungs. Mary enjoyed herself immensely. Isaiah would never admit that he did too. He would simply tell himself this was his job. It was he who ruled the roost. Rolling away Isaiah slept. Mary could only toss and turn eventually getting up and moving to the bedroom window. Standing there in the moonlight naked she touched herself. Try as she might, her emotions and fingers called out to Keith in the distant darkness.
“Reach for me beloved.”
Not tonight!
“These bumpy dirt roads suck ass! At least it didn’t rain to make things muddy.”
The following day Keith Foxx arrived in his pickup truck to help put the finishing touches on the Ruuthouse barn. As he parked out of the way of carriages and small tractors he was met by the adorable Ruuthouse daughter Emily Grace on her way to meet the school bus. Hm! No bonnet today, only pigtails. She hurried to the blind side of his vehicle as he stepped out with his mug of coffee.
“Good morning, Mr. Foxx.”
“Hey there, Bright eyes! You look tired.”
Keith stretched outside his truck door before closing it. Seeing her without that bonnet made him reflect back to when Brit gave Grace a makeover. Seeing the girl naked and nearly fucking her had his dick stirring beneath his jeans.
“Who can sleep. Mom and dad were up all night having sex.” She pouted! “I want to experience sex.”
“Your time is coming Kid.”
“I hope it is with this boy I met.” She realized he had no idea that she and his daughter Britney had snuck out that night. Holding her tongue she smirked.
“Boy, huh? And here I thought you wanted me to take your virginity.” Keith sighed! “I still think I went too far with you.”
“I do not think so. I had great fun letting you go as far as you did. I will never betray you, Mister Foxx.” She grinned sheepishly! “You want my mother. I will go after my boy.”
“We could have a threesome. You, me, and your mom.” He coughed into his hand. “You did not hear that.”
“I have excellent hearing. That would be rather awkward.”
“I’m kidding! Geez!”
“I somehow doubt that. Have a good day.” Grace giggled and waved goodbye before hurrying down the dusty path to the main road.
Keith nodded to himself while leaning on the bed of his truck sipping his coffee. “That sure wouldn’t be the worst fantasy I ever had.” As he shrugged things off, he discovered Mary Ruuthouse standing on the porch. Her smile was radiant.