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(Beautiful_Disgrace) A Blossoming Love Story (Tr1ckY_1337)

His words sent a shudder towards her body as her pussy began to tingle in delight. He thought he was frustrated, but she was even more frustrated. Not only were her hormones constantly in an uproar, but she had to watch him fuck Devon for a little while, and even though she loved them both...it was hard for her. Though she really did hear his need and desire in his voice, and she felt bad. She also felt needy.

"You're such a kidder," Marisa began as she watched him take off his shirt. He really did keep himself in shape and she really did appreciate it. She looked him up and down before her eyes went towards his. "We looked everywhere for that model. It's the best one. You did not throw it out. Liar." She joked as she started to lift herself up from the soft bed underneath her. Plus, they did need the pump for whenever they needed Devon to babysit. That way they'd have milk at the ready for their babysitter. If he really did throw it out, Marisa would probably be a little annoyed but...they could always get another if he was serious.

Marisa pulled herself over to him, her hand reaching out to touch his raging hard on that was hidden just beneath his pants. Her eyes were half closed with lust as her cheeks flushed. She was really teasing herself but she missed it inside of her. "Mnnn...Damian. Can you help me out of this dress?" She asked him as her hands began to stroke up and down that large erection. "I'll help you out of your pants if you do..." As she said that, her fingers went up to the belt of his pants as she pulled it from the loop and began to tug at it. Damn...she really wanted him so bad!

Devon couldn't believe what she was hearing. She was dating a military brat? That was really neat. She wondered if he had traveled anywhere out of the country. Maybe that would be a subject for later but right now she just wanted to figure out this game so she could ignore those urges she felt. The ones that wanted to tear Eric's clothes off so she could see what he looked like naked. Every time she felt his erection, she just got so curious. But she knew right now she was a little drunk, and she had to tread carefully or else she might ruin her secret. But...how long could she really go hiding it when they both obviously wanted each other?

When he sat behind her on the couch and started to show her other ways to play, she had a hard time keeping up. Because she felt that naughty cock against her. Pressing into her lower back. Each time she moved, she had a difficult time trying not to moan. She was just as horny as he was, and she kept dying. She was doing good? Not at all...she wasn't even trying anymore. She was panting heavily as he kept moving against her, and once his lips met her neck, she cried out softly and set the controller between her legs as she leaned her body into his. "Eric..." She whispered softly, though she was having a hard time hiding her erection. She kept fidgeting with her dress. What should she do? What if he looked over and noticed it?

A voice inside of her head kept telling her to tell him, but she couldn't bring herself to...she was afraid of rejection. Afraid of what he'd think about her for lying to him this whole time. But she really was a girl. Still, she was really tired of this. She wanted to see it. "...Pull it out." She told him shyly as she slid off the couch and got on her knees, looking up at him. It's not like she had to show him her body if he showed her his...
 
Part of Damian wanted to bargain. Maybe, just maybe, if he was nice and gentle, they could do it. But that idea was soon blown out of the water for one simple reason: they loved it rough. He could start off nice and easy, but it would just be a little tease. Not a little, but a huge one. They would crave more, and even if she was pregnant, she still craved such force. The woman wasn't made of glass, and she had made it clear many times that she didn't want to be treated in any way like that. Including sex. And even as they took a darker side to their sex at first, Damian couldn't quite fully give her that rough and forceful fucking that the woman wanted. Not like that one night, their first night...

Damian just stuck his tongue out when she caught his fib. "All right, all right. It's up in the closet, top shelf, love." He chuckled and even went to the closet for the moment to open it up, pointing a bit towards the back. "You can't see it, but it's behind our luggage a bit. I'll get it down after I'm done with you." Damian cooed with a grin, soon returning to the woman that he was infatuated with. Loved. Craved. Yearned for. Gazing into those eyes, he felt her reach and immediately yielded. He would deny her nothing. Somehow, some way, this woman would get relief to her sexual cravings, and Damian would be that man. Especially when the house belonged to them right now. "God you are so fucking gorgeous, Marisa."

The moment her hand cupped his hidden erection, Damian's groin throbbed with pleasure, and his erection twitched excitedly. He nearly missed her request, but with such a request that left her lips, Damian couldn't reject it even if it was wrong. And he wouldn't want to anyway. "Can I? I can't believe you even had to ask that." He teased, but his voice soon cracked into a pleased moan. Even the lightest touch to that throbbing length was driving him wild. And her promise of a reward was enticing. But she already started. With a grin of pure delight, Damian's fingers grasped her sweater and tugged up, careful not to catch those gorgeous strands of hair. He carelessly threw it upon the bed behind Marisa, but once freed from it, Marisa would feel him hungrily kiss her lips. Passion was laced in between their lips, but Damian consumed it all with his undying lust. Need was such a horrible word to describe how badly he wanted Marisa right now.

"I fucking want you so bad. I'd fuck another baby into you with how hard I am right now, love..."

The sounds of Link dying on screen with the announcer taunting Devon with her losses echoed out of the speakers. But, did Eric honestly care? No. He had long since given up on focusing on the game and improving her skills. It didn't matter to her either, it appeared, because Devon became so receptive to every little thing that the man behind her did. The very moment she set down her controller, Eric soon was grinding against her in a steady rhythm. He was humping against her cute ass, feeling such pleasure from rubbing his erect cock between them. "Devon..." He sighed out again. Eric was losing self-control, and he wasn't the one drinking. Almost dangerously, his fingers began to creep lower. He was slowly caressing past her waist until Devon suddenly left his grasp. Eric's face gazed at her in concern. Did he go to far?

But seeing Devon upon her knees, looking up at him like that, he expected her next words. And she didn't ask. Eric slid forward a bit, widening his legs a bit to give her more room. And despite his blushing face, the man began to work on his shorts and belt. The flaps were soon separated, the belt jingling slightly as the metal rung against one another. She was first greeted with the sight of a pair of grey boxers that tented almost impossibly. But soon, he lifted his hips and pulled that fabric down as well. Out it came then and there.

Eric's cock was painfully erect, almost red with eagerness upon his helm. Once again, Eric's physique and manhood could be compared to Damian. Their cocks were almost identical, in a way. They shared a similar thickness and length, though it would appear that Eric appeared to have an inch or a half of one more of Damian, while Damian's was a tad bit thicker. Eric was cleanly shaved around his groin as well, perfectly so. He did take really good care of himself, and that included grooming. "God..." He sighed in relief, but he couldn't help but reach out and caress Devon's cheek and pet her head. "Devon... please, baby. I need you so bad, I've wanted to be with you like this for a long time." Eric's voice was almost pleading as he locked eyes upon her, her head completely level with that large length and full pair of testicles. "I need you, Devon."
 
Damian wasn't the only one who was thinking about doing it anyway. Marisa was trying to think of ways they could keep it gentle. Missionary and doggy style were definitely out. She couldn't get on top of him because she felt a little self conscious of her belly and she'd probably get tired easily. Maybe if they both laid on their side it wouldn't be a problem? Because she knew having Damien milk her tits would drive her insane, to the point of her begging him to fuck her. They hadn't done it in so damn long. She needed it badly. Even when he went to go show her the pump to assure her that he hadn't thrown it out, she wasn't really thinking much of it. No, she couldn't get this man off her mind...him and his cock.

When he reacted to her touch, she even had to shudder. She could practically feel him busting out of his pants. Once she got his belt off, she quickly unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them, pulling them over his hips and letting them fall to the ground. She then allowed him to take off her sweater, leaving her only in that white dress. She was expecting him to go for that next, but instead he went in for another kiss. And God, it was...so good. She returned it with great fever, almost panting as their lips pushed against one another. Another game with their tongues, who could shove who's tongue deeper inside the others mouth. Mnnn, she just wanted him to fuck her.

"Damian...maybe if we tried while I'm on my side?" She suggested finally after their kiss was over and he confessed to wanting to fuck her right then and there. Her breast still ached but curiously enough they would leak during any sort of pleasure she felt when full, so they would take care of themselves.

That was a really close one...he had almost grazed against her cock. Good thing she had angled it into her pant leg. Had she not slid down in time, he would have really had a surprise. All she had to do was keep herself in control of all this and he wouldn't find his way into her pants. She watched him unbuckle his shorts and just stared at his crotch. Oh god...it wasn't even out yet and she was licking her lips in anticipation. Once it was freed she was greet with a wondrous sight. Longer but slightly thinner than the only other man's cock she had seen. It was different but familiar...

His wonderful smell also hit her, and she couldn't help but appreciate it. It turned her on even more and she was pressing her thighs together as she pushed her cock into the edge of the couch. Listening to his words didn't help, and she gave him a shy smile. "I..I know. I'm sorry but...could you wait a bit longer if I play with it like this?" She asked softly and even shyly, her hand reaching out and giving him long, skillful strokes as she looked into his eyes. Ugh, she was soaking her underwear and she could feel something wet on her thigh. Precum was spilling everywhere and who could blame her? Such a wonderful cock in her hands...she really wanted to feel it inside but she knew she couldn't...
 
The man was scouring his mind for any possible answer, and he too was going over all sorts of positions. All of which would get too rough or be too strenuous for both of them. Which was a bit disappointing as those positions for often their all time favorites. Damian loved doggy with how deep he could go. They both loved missionary for the romantic connection and intimacy. There were so many for them to try too, but it was dangerous for Marisa's and Kristina's well being. But obviously, they needed to fuck. They needed this physical connection right now. They couldn't wait any longer, and it had been too long where they could just focus only on their loving lust that brought forth Kristina into the world in the first place.

Damian's hands were slowly working on her straps, but the man was distracted. He couldn't get his mind of their lips. Marisa knew how to kiss, knew how to drive him wild with desire just from their lips locking with one another. But the moment he was left in just his briefs, Damian kicked his pants off to the side after stepping out of them, and quickly yanked his briefs off. While waging war with her tongue, trying to claim her mouth with his own, a single hand greedily grasped one of her wrists and immediately brought that hand to rest upon his aching cock. It felt like he as somehow thicker, but it must have been desire... or maybe, Marisa made him that hard.

Once she got the message, he listened to her words. The only answer she received was a pair of excited eyes and both hands soon grasped her dress. Any more impatient, and one would think Damian would have ripped off the soft fabric of her dress immediately. But he loved how it looked on her. Marisa had to wear it again, so he simply removed it and quickly set it upon the dresser nearby. Her bra was quickly discarded as well. Without another word, Damian had suddenly leaned down to take one of her puffy nipples into his mouth, sucking like he was dying of thirst. A hearty moan left his lips as his eyes fluttered shut, tasting the sweet milk coat his wide tongue, said appendage even teasingly striking and flicking against her stiff nipple. The other wasn't left without attention, and instead he began to knead and milk her breasts, encouraging her non-verbally to make a mess to her heart's content. Clean up wasn't important right now. Making a mess was.

A lewd sucking, wet pop left his lips after he released her nipple from the pleasurable torture of him feeding from her. "Get on the bed. Now." Damian ordered, reaching down to pull her panties down, kissing his way down her body while he did so. He teased her though, giving her time to easily slide in bed, but he also wrapped her wet panties around his ready to burst cock, groaning at the sensation as he slowly began to stroke himself in front of her.

The way Devon gazed upon his shaft, his cock twitched before her, throbbing with anticipation that this woman was in between his legs. What would she do? Would she wrap those soft fingers around his rock hard member? Devon's palm and skin felt so smooth and soft. Not a single rough feature upon it. He merely groaned at the thought then in there, but even more curious, would she give him a blowjob? Eric fantasized about his tongue searching around her mouth, getting familiar with her taste, how deep he could go, how wet and hot her tongue felt. Eric throbbed more and more in front of her, and as she smiled at him with his cock mere inches away from her lips, a bead of precum squeezed out of the tip.

He was about to respond, but then she touched his cock and started stroking him. And... it was like she knew every little spot to touch! A hand job felt pretty good, but this?! Devon was touching every single hot spot or sensitive nerve upon his shaft and cock helm. A deep moan left his throat, and his words were lost for a moment. Her fingers were immediately coated with precum, and Eric's hands had gone to the couch edge to squeeze the stuffing out of the fabric. "O-Oh fuck..." It was probably the first time he cursed in front of her, but the way he said it was so needy and lustful. If Devon didn't know how much he wanted her before, she would understand now.

It wasn't fair to her though. Where was her pleasure? Call him old fashioned, but there should be fairness in sex. Especially with them. But, as much as he held on to that logic, something was stirring in him. Eric loved this hand job, and the pleasure in it all. But it had been so long. So very long since he had this pleasure from another woman. And with it being Devon, it felt even more heightened. And demanding. Eric wanted to fuck Devon badly. He demanded it. But... not quite yet. It could still be tamed down.

"Unf, fuck... please suck my cock." Eric grunted, gently rocking his hips into her hands as his control was waning just ever so slightly.
 
Marisa panted softly when she felt his cock against her hand. It was hot to the touch, and she could feel it twitching. It hadn't gotten attention in so long. Maybe a week or two? How long ago had Devon committed to Eric? She moved her hand over the head and grasped it at the middle of the shaft. She could feel his pulse from it, and for some reason that was really turning her on...for whatever reason. She started moving her hand up and down his shaft, squeezing gently but firmly to pull the flesh up and down his muscle slowly. Devon gave much better hand jobs it seemed, because she had one of her own and just knew how to touch a cock. But Damian seemed to be fine with her too. She would admit, she was a little jealous of Devon sometimes just because she knew more about how to please a cock than she did.

When she saw the look in his eyes after she had asked him that question, she gave him a smirk. Him taking off her clothes was the second part to that answer. They both loved Kristina, so Marisa was sure they'd be careful. They NEEDED this...they needed to fuck, and there was no reason why they couldn't other than the fact that Marisa was probably really tight with all that weight pressing down on her lady parts. But she was sure that Damian would appreciate that. Hell, even if she wasn't particular tight he'd appreciate it anyway. Marisa knew he loved her no matter what, and he would never stop enjoying sex with her no matter what changes her body went through.

After he peeled off her bra, she wasn't surprised at how quickly he attacked her breast. She moaned softly at the caress of his lips. Then came the suckling, and her nipple was eager to allow some of that milk trapped in her mounds to get free. She cried out softly, her eyes closing as she ran her fingers through his hair. Then she felt his hand on her other breast, which was basically aching to receive attention like it's twin. It was easy for him to coax the milk out, and she felt the warm fluid dripping to the underside of her breast. This felt really good..nice. She loved Devon but when Damian did this to her it was just a totally different feeling.

When she heard his order, she waited for him to take off her panties before happily obliging. She climbed onto the bed and laid on her side, watching him masturbate with her panties. It was honestly extremely sex to her. She wanted to put those panties back on after he came into them. Something was just naughty about sitting in his semen all day, but..she really wanted something else right now. And her aching pussy would agree. "Damian...I need you inside of me...stuffing me with you big, fat cock." She told him with a seductive smile.

Devon looked up at Eric and watched him enjoy her touch. She was really glad she could make him feel so good. The precum didn't bother her any, but she wondered exactly how backed up he was. She didn't ask Eric how long he had been single...mainly because she felt like it was none of her business. However, she had a feeling it had been a long time since he had sex. He worked hard, and he wasn't the type to just have a one night stand. She hoped that this would be enough for him...as she still wasn't quite ready to have to tell him about her problem. And...she didn't want to do it in the middle of sex. That would be a problem on it's own. Because she'd be ruining the mood with bad news like that.

She wasn't sure how she was going to tell him, but at this moment it didn't matter. Because he asked her to do something, and she would gladly do it for him. She opened her mouth and began to lick tenderly at all the places she knew a man would be sensitive, similarly to how she gave hand jobs. Devon just knew, and there was a good reason for that. Her eyes were still on him as she pushed the tip into her mouth and started suckling ever so gently, teasing him before she eventually started to go lower and lower. She wanted to please him...she wanted to see and feel him orgasm. But..she also wanted to cum too, and she had to be careful because if she kept humping the couch anymore, she would and she'd end up making a mess in her leggings...
 
Damian savored the flavor of Marisa's breast milk, having rolled it around his mouth a little to tease his taste buds before softly gulping it down. Devon had seemed to be getting most of her fill with Marisa, but the times that Damian got his turn, it felt so sensual and connecting. Her breast milk was so sweet, so filling. It left a warm trail that caressed his throat and settled within his stomach, though the man made sure not to consume too much. After all, an upset tummy during a feverish fucking would be a good way to kill the mood. Damian had to make sure he wasn't unhindered at all to drive his aching manhood deep into Marisa's core. But his eyes had been settled upon that wonderful dripping, no doubt tight, womanly entrance that was Marisa's vagina. His stroking hand ceased its movements as he sighed hotly and removed her bunched up panties from around his thick shaft. There was already a small dark spot within the front of her underwear. His precum smeared the fabric fairly well, and seeing it, Damian couldn't help but grin. He purposefully threw it on the night stand.

"I'll use that to wipe my cock off of your cum and mine." Damian slid in behind her, immediately pulling her sexy body against his own chiseled form. Whenever they spooned, it was like a perfect fit, like their bodies were the perfect compliment to one another. He merely had to adjust the angle of his hips, and that naughty cock of his would be knocking at her entrance eagerly. Which he quickly did, playfully rubbing the head of his cock against her swollen clit. "Marisa," He began, panting lightly, his dick drawing up and down her slit before he playfully drew a circle and rubbed into that sensitive bundle of nerves. "Do you know how badly I want you right now? I'm so backed up. It's been two weeks. I can't even masturbate anymore because it doesn't feel good anymore. And even if Devon's here, and as much as I love her too, you're the best. You're the only one that makes me feel the most amazing. It just feels so good with you, my love. You complete me. And you make me desire you night and day."

Damian turned her head so that they could kiss deeply, letting her know just how much he meant those words of endearment. Meanwhile, his hand adjusted his cock to remain poised at her entrance, ready to pierce through and claim her depths once more as his. Pulling away from their kiss, Damian offered her a moment of a pure smile of love. "After Kristina arrives, I want you to give me a son next..." He whispered to her, and before she could reply back, two things happened. Damian would silence the woman with his lips, and he'd jam her words that dared to escape her lips by forcing a moan from her throat, that heated cock spearing into her depths slowly. And bloody hell, it had been far too long that Marisa's man had taken her. The woman's sopping cunt was like a velvety vice grip!

"Mmf!" He moaned between their lips, breaking free to grunt as he started to push in. "You're virgin tight, love...!"

The dick within Devon's hand pulsed with an unending urge, the sack beneath her encompassing fingers rather filled and large, showing just how much he had gone without stimulation or release. Ever since he had experimented with Marisa and Damian, Eric had found himself fantasizing about Marisa's pregnant body, and that sweet, hot pussy wrapped around his hard cock. But over time, the magic wore off, and while he found the woman still very sexy as hell, he longed for a woman of his own. And just like that, Devon walked into his life. Devon was beautiful, sexy, a joy to be around, and she was dedicated. Especially being a live-in caretaker for a couple that had a baby on their way. Eric respected that. And Eric now craved her more than ever, especially as she held his hard cock in her hand. But when that tongue slipped out and tasted his length...!

Ever little movement that warm, wet organ did was precise and perfect. Eric was shocked and surprised. She took him like an absolutely pro, and not a single she did was incorrect. His face twisted in deep pleasurable agony, as a hard moan left his lips. Eventually, Eric threw his head back for a moment and just panted heavily, a victim to the pleasure that Devon was causing him. "Oh f-fuck!" Eric cursed deeply, but rather manly in a way. He even growled. "Devon, that feels so amazing! Unf, don't stop...!" Eric moaned out heavily and without noticing it, his hips were starting to buck a bit. His butt bounced ever so slightly to piston his cock in and out of her mouth, and as she made a rhythm, it seemed that Eric would inadvertently match it. Every time Devon's head bobbed downward, Eric's hips sent his cock further down her mouth and threatened to pierce into her throat. The same could be said in reverse, and it nearly felt like he popped out of her wet cavern of a mouth before Devon sent him back into its skilled depths.

A hand got tangled in her hair, lost in his lusts as he began sitting up and starting to gently fuck Devon's mouth in earnest. A single eye was open as he looked down at Devon, watching his cock disappear in her mouth, moaning like a mad man. "Devon, baby... yessss...!"
 
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