Sully
Copyright© 2002 by Paris Waterman
Chapter 4
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 4 - A tale of two men's sexual exploits from the mid - 70's to the present.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft ft/ft Fa/ft Mult Incest Mother Daughter
As we finished off our beers I found myself studying Shelly. Sully was watching her too, both of us taking in her beauty, both of us wanting her. She noticed our newly risen erections and languidly reached out for us to come closer to her.
We did. She closed her eyes as we drew near.
I reached out and ran my fingers along her jaw line, down her throat to her chest, and began to run small circles around her nipples. She gasped, but didn't open her eyes. I glanced at Sully he stood by quietly watching me, a shit-eating grin on his face.
Shelly opened her eyes and grasped both our dicks. "God knows what I'm gonna do with all this meat," she giggled.
"Mind if I play with your little titties?" I said, my voice was dry and husky.
"Be my guest," she said shyly.
Placing my arm around her shoulder, I bent low to lick the tops of her almost non-existent breast.
"They're small tits," Sully said in a low tone, reading my mind. "I know they're small tits. But as soon as I can save enough money, we agreed to get her a boob job."
"But you love 'em like they are, don't you honey?" Shelly asked Sully pensively, her finger trilling its way around my ear.
"I certainly do, and I think Jimbo here loves them too. What about it man?"
I continued toying with her nipples, brushed my tongue between her breasts. Shelly trembled at this.
"They are marvelous right now. Do you really think enlarging them will be an improvement?"
"Sure," said Sully.
"Well... " said Shelly uncertainly.
"How big are you gonna make 'em Shelly?"
"I don't know. It's kinda up to Jack..."
"I think a set of 38's would be great," Sully offered.
"I wonder," I said.
"What? Why?" Shelly asked.
I played with her nipples briefly before responding.
"What size are you now?"
"Umm, I wear a 32 A Bra."
"You shouldn't go to more than a 34 B or C."
"What!" Sully bellowed.
"Well, my advice is to talk to the doctor first, and be sure to get a competent one, but I think Shelly's frame would be distorted carrying 38's. I mean, do you want her to be freakish like Dolly Parton?"
"I don't want to look like her," Shelly said and began to cry.
"Damn it! Look what you've gone and done."
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