It was that moment I teased myself with, the razor's edge between fear and desire. I was empty, as I knew already of course. The wetness I felt was my...own, anything else imagined. My husband's condom hadn't broken, he hadn't flooded my fertile womb with his potent seed. I opened my eyes and looked at him, flushed and sweating and smiling. He was handsome and older, more than twice my 24 years, but still strong enough, virile enough to give me a good hard fuck several times a week."It didn't. It feels amazing.”I looked at Jaz. Her fake-innocent smile said she knew I wanted to understand how it fitted in her little sister. It also told me that it fitted in her. “Is this the only one you have?” I had to ask.“Oh yes we share,” Lily touched Jaz on her arm to emphasise the point. “Or did you mean have we got a smaller one?”“Well, either.”“A smaller one’d be alright,” she grinned, “as our pussies are quite fit and tight, but they’re nice and stretchy too. And it’s the only one.”“It’s. He was making slow and careful thrusts.I was feeling both pain and pleasure. The synchronization of his forward thrust and my body’s rhythm I felt hald o his penis already penetarted inside my pussy. With each mm of penetration I was feelin pain and utering ohhhhh… ohhhh He said… U r feeling pain.. shud I stop here? he was sort of sweating. My pleasure overtook the pain and ohhhhhhhhh … pleassseeee.. uncle fuck me.. plaesseeeee , I said as I was totally nailed by his penis throgh my tight. " "Okay, you've already said enough to realize something big happened. We've established we are friends. You can tell me and I promise I won't be mad." "This is embarrassing. Okay, you promise not to say anything?" I gave her my promise and my stomach began to turn. "Last Saturday I partied with him and his friends, went back to his place and had sex with him and his best friend at the same time. I kinda liked it, but I don't want to see him again. If they tell their friends I will look like a.