Fucking the Johnsons Pt. 3

I squeeze my eyes tight. I gag slightly as Mr. Johnson’s cock pushes farther into my mouth than it had before. As his member slides over the flat of my tongue on its way out of my mouth I feel a small sharp pain on my inner thigh. I move my head back quickly. Mr. Johnson’s grip slightly loosened, I instinctually pull my mouth off of the rock hard cock in my mouth and look down toward the pain. I see Mrs. Johnson with her teeth clenched tight on the exposed flesh of my thigh. I let out another loud gasp of pain.

Mrs. Johnson lets the skin between her teeth snap back into place. She looks up at me and smiling say, “If you’re going to stop every time you feel a little pain it is going to be a long night and an especially long summer.” My eyebrows shoot up and crest on my forehead. “S-sorry, I just didn’t…” Cutting me off Mrs. Johnson thrusts her middle and index fingers into my wet and ready pussy. My head tilts back sharply. I let out a loud cry. “MMmmm it’s nice and warm in here, My Love. Maybe you should try it out…” Mrs. Johnson’s voice trails off as she looks up past me giving her husband a lurid look. Mr. Johnson looks down at me and smiles. “Yeah, I think it is time to see what this one can do.

Both Mr. and Mrs. Johnson stand and begin to circle on opposite sides. I use my heels to push myself farther onto the bed. Unsure of why I am doing that or where I am going I look at Mr. Johnson as he takes his place, now kneeling on the bed, where his wife once occupied. He moves quicker than I thought someone could and his big hands grasp my thighs. He grips them tightly and flips me over. Now laying on my belly he grasps my hips pulling them up towards him. I put my forearms underneath me to raise myself up slightly. As I do that I feel a brush of flesh on flesh between my legs. I have only a second to brace myself as Mr. Johnson sends his penis plunging deep inside of me. I let out a loud cry as I lift myself up onto my hands. I feel him fill my up with his throbbing erection. I grip the sheet. I feel a hand grip the flowing braiding in my hair. I think to myself, “God, he’s fucking massive…”

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