The Morning Squeeze: A True Story

It was a crisp, clear morning as I pulled up to Stephen's place at the crack of dawn. We had a big machinery sale to get to, and I was eager to see what new toys we could pick up. Little did I know, the real action was already happening inside...

I made my way up to the front door, my mind preoccupied with thoughts of tractors and lawnmowers. As I passed the kitchen window, a flash of movement caught my eye. I glanced over and nearly dropped my keys. There was Stephen, my own brother, with his naked wife Wendy bent over the kitchen table. He was pounding into her from behind, her tits bouncing with each powerful thrust. I stood there frozen, watching them go at it like animals.

Wendy's moans were so loud I could hear them through the glass. "Fuck me harder, Steve!" she cried out. "Ruin my tight little pussy!" Stephen just grunted and gripped her hips tighter, slamming his cock into her harder. I couldn't look away. My own cock was starting to stir in my pants, much to my shame and confusion.

Just then, Stephen glanced up and saw me standing there. My heart stopped. But instead of getting angry or embarrassed, he just smirked and waved me over, still fucking Wendy like nothing was wrong. "Well come on in, Ivor," he called out. "Don't be shy now!"

With trembling hands, I pushed open the kitchen door. Wendy was still blissfully unaware of my presence, lost in her pleasure as Stephen plowed her from behind. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air, making my head swim.

Stephen stepped back, his huge cock glistening with Wendy's juices. He gestured for me to take his place. "Go on, have a go," he urged with a wicked grin. "This pussy needs a good seeing to."

I moved forward in a daze, my cock throbbing almost painfully now. Wendy moaned again as I slid into her hot, tight cunt. "Fuck, what a sweet pussy," I groaned, gripping her hips and pounding into her hard. She felt incredible - so wet and warm and soft.

Wendy's moans grew louder and more desperate as I fucked her harder and deeper. She didn't seem to realize it was me at first, still calling out for Stephen. But then I couldn't hold back anymore.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum soon," I panted, slamming into her even harder. "Where should I put it?"

Wendy cried out in panic. "No, not inside! I'm not on anything!"

Stephen just laughed. "It's fine love, I already put a load in you this morning," he said with a wink. "Might as well let him add to it."

Wendy's moans became even louder and more passionate as I fucked her harder and deeper. She was so wet and warm and soft, making each thrust feel like a explosion. My cock pulsed with pent-up rage, my fucking muscles screaming in protest.

The sound of Wendy's breathing changed from panting to gasping, and then suddenly, she cried out. "I need a fuck!"

My cock went off the handle, slamming into her hard and fast. She screamed, "Fuck! I need a fuck!" The world seemed to come alive around us as we fucked, sweat pouring down our faces in sweat, my cock pounding into her from all angles.

Wendy cried out again, but this time with renewed passion. Her moans grew louder and more intense as she fucked me harder, like nothing was wrong. I couldn't stop fucking her, no matter how hard it was. This was my pussy, my home, and I needed to get it in shape.

And so we fucked, a rhythm that only the two of us knew, the rhythm that never let up. We fucked until our bodies were sweating, our cock throbbing with each thrust. Until we finally stopped, panting and sweating, our cocks hard against each other.

I couldn't stop fucking Wendy, no matter how hard it was. I needed to get her pussy in shape for this big machinery sale we had coming. Every thrust felt like a declaration of war, my cock pounding into hers from all angles, like nothing was wrong.

The world around us was silent as we fucked, the only sounds being our own moans and grunts. Until the sun started to set, casting a golden glow on our bodies, and then finally, it was over. We stopped fucking, panting and sweating, our cock throbbing with pent-up rage.

And so we lay there, my cock hard against each other, feeling the heat of our bodies combined. I couldn't believe what we had just done, but at the same time, it was exhilarating. It was like no other fucking I'd ever been a part of before, and that was what made it all worthwhile.

As I lay there, panting and sweating, my mind raced with thoughts about the machinery sale. But as long as we were together, fucking our way to that sale, then at least I had a purpose for this day.

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