'Truth will always out', an erotic short story and Book 6 of my Naughty Nibbles series, is free for the day. Please, please, please, take advantage of my willing wantonness and get stuck in:
It's the story of Jimmy and Steve, lifelong best friends, who marry twin sisters. Told from a rather selfish Jimmy's perspective, it is a heady hedonistic tale examining the limits of human moral, emotional and sexual frailty. Here's a brief X-rated extract:
Then Abigail popped in unexpectedly on some spurious pretext one morning while Steve and Andrea were both at work, and that's when it all started to go wrong. Either by design or by some mutually subconscious agreement, we'd never been alone together in all the intervening years - and we were about to discover why that had been such a good idea. I answered the door and... Bam! There she stood: one hundred per cent concentrated sex on long, slender legs. She'd gone to a lot of trouble to look good and, despite having just spattered a porn mag's double-page spread, I was instantly hard. Leaning seductively against the doorframe, she hungrily looked me up and down. When her bulging eyes encountered the bulge in my jeans, she exhaled a long, satisfied breath through her perfect nose. Her pupils instantly dilated, her cheeks flushed pink, and she ran her tongue around her full lips and suggestively swallowed. If her short black skirt, exposed cleavage and saucy smile weren't enough of a come-on, her hoarsely whispered, ‘Fuck me with that big cock of yours, Jimmy, just like you used to,' left me in no doubt and had me pushing her against the stairs, pulling down her flimsy knickers and entering her primed cunt from behind almost before the door had slammed shut. Her fabulous tits were soon out and I pawed them, used them as handles to pull her back onto me. The hallway echoed to the sounds of slapping flesh and our animal grunts. I knew straight away this wasn't going to be a one-off; it was definitely a curtain raiser. Certain there'd be lots of future occasions for all the clever, kinky stuff, I just rammed it in. It was simply urgent fucking, like two frantic randy dogs in the street. I was staking a claim, making my mark, notching my belt. And so was she. I gloried in the tight, pulsing vaginal muscles that squeezed me, and the handfuls of exquisitely soft titty flesh that gave me purchase on her gorgeous body. I simply emptied my balls inside her squelching hole, never thinking of anyone or anything but myself. When I was done, she drew away, pulled up her knickers and, while pouring her tits back into the cups of her lacy black bra, slowly turned to face me. She knowingly nodded her head, a smug and satisfied look on her face. Suddenly dropping to her knees, she noisily sucked me clean then stood and kissed me full on the lips, penetrating my mouth with her tongue almost as violently as my cock had penetrated her. I closed my eyes and breathed in her aroma, tasted then swallowed our mixed juices and knew this was what I wanted more than anything. After drawing a long, red fingernail across my chest, up my neck and to the tip of my stubbly chin, she questioningly tilted her lovely head.
‘Same time tomorrow?'
‘Yes, please.'
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