Incest Anonymous V2

He ached for her lips to swallow him whole as she teased his exposed, mushroomed head with the entrance of her dripping pussy. The bouncers drew a few steps closer as it happened, keeping a clear sight of what was going on. They were very strict on the rules. No penetration, among a few others. A guttural groan built up inside of him as he watched the two bouncers, knowing he was entirely at her mercy right now. He even thought it might almost be worth it if she just slipped him in, if only for a moment.

She moved his head up and through her pussies lips, slowly, sensually, then back down again, stroking him as it happened. Every fiber of his being begged him to take her, but he resisted as few men ever could. He let himself be completely at her mercy, was only fair after all.

As he felt his loins hardening further, having grown a full half an inch since she started, she slowed down. His breathing was deep and quiet, almost at a stop but his chest clearly heaving in a sort of slow motion replay. The woman was half driving herself crazy with lust too but she wanted to show him who was boss.

She pulled away ever so slightly until only cold air could be felt on the tip of his dick. Her finger tips etching a path of pleasure on him as she dragged them savagely along his pleading knob. She wasn't done with him yet though. She knew she hadn't quite driven him there yet. He still had room to grow. She was going to show him what real edging was about.

Before his dick had a chance to retract even a smidge, she squatted, then put her mouth around him. She kissed him on the tip of his dick and with a popping sound, she released again. His dick twinged. A woman in the corner of his field of vision was starting to finger herself vigorously, having lost control already, needing a release. 'Weakling' He thought as he fought every nerve in his body.

She did it again and his dick pulsed this time. He felt as if he must have grown a quarter inch with that alone. Then she engulfed his entire head and with a slurpy sound this time, pulled her mouth back, sucking on him as she did so until once again his dick had released, creating that same pop noise once more. The intense pleasure with the intermittent nature of it was slowly driving him mad.

He noticed her moving her head forward again and 'oh fuck' rang out in his head but this time she just kept going until the vast majority of his cock was engulfed in her mouth. She wasn't quite deep-throating and wasn't gagging yet at all as she stared him in the eyes, daring him to face fuck her with all his might. A gleeful grin exploded on his face as his dick was forced to grow in size. His eyes bulged just a little as he strained to keep himself in check.

If she tried to fuck or finish him right now he'd be powerless to resist, and the best part is she knew it. He held on and resisted as he felt himself grow. Then she did the unexpected. He must have been his full eight inches now and hard as granite. Her eyes locked on to his through the masks and then he felt his balls vibrate as from the depths of her vocal cords an almighty hum resonated down his shaft. His balls practically danced, imperceptibly to anyone on the outside.

He finally let out another guttural groan as he quickly lost his ability to control himself. That familiar tingle in his loins began to appear and then she released him by pulling her mouth along his shaft, keeping a perfect seal the whole time, continuing to hum. She pulled his balls downward, with a half yank and then repeatedly released, and before resealing her lips around him, make sure to seal her lips just behind where the crown of his dick started from.

It drove him almost insane and she stopped right before his point of no return with the skill of a true master courtesan. He'd stepped into the realm of simultaneous heaven and hell and he adored it. In the vagueness of his subconscious mind, he could hear other people reaching climax around them. No one else was orally fucking, just masturbating to the sight of George and this woman.

It was his turn to look at the smug impression of this womans face... or mask in this case. She didn't have that same self satisfied grin that he had, but he could tell she was very pleased with herself. There was this magnificent spark, between her and himself. He felt objectified and like a small piece of his manhood had returned to him. She felt like the most powerful of women, politics be damned.

She disappointingly thought he was going to give up as he slowly eased himself down out of the first stage of climax. He returned to his earlier line of thought. Yep, at least three inches taller than me, maybe three point five in his slouched state.

She yelped out loudly as he picked her up and marched her about twenty feet. The bouncers got closer, thinking this was about to get out of hand but stopped when George used his chin to push down the stretchy material of her swim suit and proceeded to bury his face in her cleavage while he parked her on top of the unusually and conveniently low part of the free bar he had sat at only some ten minutes ago. Her hands instinctively clasped the back of his head. Waves of pleasure flooded through her again as if her body was reliving the tongue lashing he gave her all over again.

He was still entirely naked except for his mask and he was content to leave it as is for now. She couldn't allow this to be a one sided show again though. She slipped her heels of, using his bare backside in the place of her hands then placed her feet on his hips and pushed him away a little in order to gain easier access. Then she delicately grabbed his dick with her bare left foot.

Her soft, delicate feet felt nice at first touch and when the other foot accompanied, adding to the delicate pressure, the sensation only grew. As she jerked him off with her feet, his hips started to move a little. Her back was arched at this point and by some miracle, both of them were keeping the rules of this particular game somewhere in their minds. Then she got his dick between her middle and big toes. It almost felt like a hand and was so kinky at the same time. Now he moved forward, purposefully. Her flexibility that enabled this woman's feet to stay glued to his shaft, comfortably was shining through as he did this. He skillfully, and with great control, pressed the head of his dick against her clitoris. She had a sharp, noticeable intake of air so he knew not to push anymore forward than that. Then he fucked his dick into her feet whilst repeatedly tapping on her clitoris. Meanwhile his hands took over the previous, playful ministrations of his mouth from over her swim suit. The material was held tight to her skin and was thin enough that it almost felt as if his hands were directly on her breasts.

It had been a solid fifteen minutes since this entire show had begun. Unbeknownst to the spontaneous couple it had even drawn the attention of the host and hostess whom stood a ways off, masturbating together, their full focus only half on each other. The breathing of George and the woman had been excruciatingly heavy the entire time but neither showed much signs of tiring. They were however, incredibly turned on. Occasional grunts, groans and moans could be heard from on lookers but non dared to get involved. No one else was invited to this, and no one dared interrupt this sexual game of chicken for fear of breaking whatever spell this was.

George switched his hands with his mouth once more, applying just the tiniest bit more pressure on the womans cleavage as he pushed once more between her feet, clamped onto his dick with ever so fine a balance that felt simply exquisite.

That drove both of them to the edge. They nearly took each other down in a blaze of glory but she pushed him away by the hips using her feet.

Then she dragged him back, again by the hair and he let her, but this time she placed him on top of the bar, lengthwise so that he was flatly laid up on it. His dick jotted upward proudly in all it's eight inches of glory. 'Had it actually gotten girthier too since they began?' The woman quietly wondered somewhere in the back of her mind. How good it would feel to have that battleship buried deep inside her child factory. She resisted this time.

From the side angle and standing while bent over him, she took a moment to run her fingers downward on his chest. Not a single hair on his chest but from his stomach, a progressively widening trail led down towards his crotch that had little hair around it at all. The hair stopped maybe the width of a razor blade from the base of his cock. He even shaved the very tops of his inner thigh. She liked that he kept himself neat and tidy. Then she dove down and took him in to her mouth again. He wasn't going down quietly though. George didn't exactly know what he wanted to win, but he just knew he had to. So he plunged multiple fingers deep into her treasure trove and finger fucked her like his life depended on it. She moaned on to his dick as he did this, which only worsened Georges cause. Then, with the sheer brutish strength of his meat clad arms, he grabbed her tightly by the hips then yanked her up on to the bar with him, her ass end pointed towards his face.

She held on to his hips with both hands to stop from falling face first into the ground but had to release his dick from the suddenness of it. This gave him a few brief seconds to cool down while she settled. She had to stretch out her legs almost fully so that her knees were on the bar surface, the soft skin of her inner thighs caressing his freshly shaven cheeks. This also gave him a few seconds to rally as he lined his mouth up with her vulva. He gave a confident lick all of the way along her slit from clit to the very far edge of her pee hole.

She gave out a loud, unrestrained moan as she suddenly sat up on her knees which just barely had the edge of the bars surface beneath them. She had a huge grin on her face as she could feel the stretch of her legs around him before she dove down and buried that dick in her mouth once more. She loved that he wasn't so small, both in dick and in general physique.

George was definitely leading the charge again this time but she wouldn't let him have it without a fight. Simultaneously, both resisted the urge to erupt from their loins while trying to force a dramatic climax out of the other. Nearly the entirety of the party had focused in on them by now. Most had already climaxed long ago and yet still could not tear their eyes away. Some were even on their second or third climax by now. Neither could control their guttural soundtracks anymore. The room was a muzzled reverie of fornication.

George could feel it, he had briefly gained the advantage but was going to lose if he kept the same pace as her. He changed tact and poked the tip of his middle finger up against the pucker of her asshole. He remembered briefly that anal penetration was also off limits, but not for fingers, just like the pussy. Poking instead of penetrating would be more effective though. She moaned louder and hummed harder, sliding up and down his glistening shaft faster as they went. The climax was nearing, they both felt that they were beginning to lose the battle. Then she returned the favour and poked a finger into George's asshole. But going a little deeper and stopping at the second knuckle. He was about to let out a serious moan as he lost his shit (almost literally) but craftily translated that into a mighty vibration against the womans clit while his lips were clamped around it, using her own tactic against her. His dick exploded with amazing force in to her mouth with only a quarter second delay for the woman's own blistering climax. She poured a river onto his face while he lapped at her quivering cunt. After twenty five minutes, the stalemate had finally been broken. Both came crashing down in an amazing blaze of gory.

George smiled at her, still neither saying a word. He acknowledged that she had won in the end, he did come a quarter second sooner after all, but he didn't feel like he'd lost at all. Neither moved for about thirty seconds after their twenty second long, combined orgasm. Then they got up and smiled stupidly at each other for at least a few minutes while a roar of cheers and claps erupted throughout the building. They blushed hardcore but didn't lose their smiles while very slowly, their breathing returned to normal. Sweat and cum dribbled off and out of both of them. She had swallowed most of his and he had caught as much as he could himself from her. They were like star struck lovers but neither would say a word for fear of waking up from their dream.

He had felt fulfilled, for the first time in two years as a man. He felt powerful and young and like the king of the world again because of this vixen of a queen sat beside him. She in turn felt ecstatically pleased, and genuinely interested in the male half of the species once more. Never had she felt so powerfully desired, toyed with and then orally fucked to oblivion. Her womanhood right now had never felt more real.

And that is the end of Chapter One.