A faint smell registers with your semi conscious brain. It's a female smell. Perfume or body wash, you're not really sure which. The one thing you do ...now is that it's not any scent your wife would wear. She's into floral scents, this is more tropical. It reminds you of the coconut oil strippers at the club you used to hang out at in college use to use."Oh fuck," you mumble. Your voice sounds funny, but you're too worried that you're going to wake up in bed with someone who is not your wife. I need your hard cock in my cunt so badly." With that, I sucked the nape of her neck, giving her a hickey. And just as she was about to say something, she felt my hard, stiff cock enter her tight, wet cunt. Slowly but steadily, I began to pump my cock into her cunt. Quickly, my thrusts became longer, stronger, and quicker. Her breathing became erratic as she felt my cock fill her hungry cock time, and time again. I was holding on to her waist as I fucked her hard. I could feel her cunt. She screamed, cried and yelled all at once when she came but Jack just slowed down to a strong slow thrust, he grinned down at her as she calmed down and burst into tears."Please Jack stop you shouldn't have down that, this is incest, this is wrong."Jack still pumped into her," It didn't feel wrong to me and still doesn't, come on your cunts still hungry, a good fuck was what you wanted and a good fuck is what you got and if your a good girl I'm going to fuck you some more."Tears ran down her. Mal was one of our regulars, early sixties and a really friendly chap. He was like clockwork - a taxi every week from the local club. We chatted as usual, but this time he seemed a little disorientated (I blamed the beer). His attitude seemed different and I was quite shocked when he asked me if I watched porn. I acted quite natural and just said yes, I was hardly going to tell him I love porn and was busting to clock of f, to get home to crack open a beer, put on the porn to knock one out..