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Love is the Drug

Date: 9/22/2015, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Cheating, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Drug, Female / Girl, Incest, Male / Female Teens, Teen, Threesome, Young, Author: Goosebump, Rating: 94.2, Source: sexstories.com

beginning to activate in a new way. I thought maybe she was starting to feel the molly in the way she was supposed to feel it. It’s supposed to just make you happy and intensify the pleasure you get from physical contact. “Who is in this room with you, Lydia?” One of her hands came to trail its fingers on her cleavage. “My sister, Emma. My beautiful sister, Emma.” Emma giggled as she looked on, sitting just a foot away from us. She said, “and who else is with us?” Lydia’s other hand began to work on her leg. Her inner thigh. “Jack,” Lydia said, smiling. She snuggled her head onto my shoulder. I was happy she was feeling better, but I didn’t like where this was going. I was now fully erect. This young woman’s body felt amazing to me and I wasn’t even on drugs. And she was becoming… I mean it looked like she was becoming horny. Her sister was right next to me. And she was on drugs, in a bad way. If I got horny from this, I’m a fucking monster. And I guess I’m a monster. Because my hard-on was now pressing heavily into her back. She moaned. I said softly, “I think you feel better now, Lydia. I’m gonna get up.” I started to move but Lydia immediately began to whimper. “No, no, Jack you can’t leave! I can’t be alone!” “You won’t be alone. We’ll be right here, but Emma and I will just sit next to you.” “When you aren’t holding me, I think I might slip off into my head again. I need some way to make sure I stay here in the room.” Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Emma spoke up, “Jack ... just stay there.” If that wasn’t enough, she nailed me into place with her eyes. Her look was the kind that could give you a sober man a bad trip. Then, to Lydia, she said, “We’re right here you, baby. Anything you need.” Lydia returned to feeling happy pretty fucking fast. She took me by the wrists and placed my hands on her stomach and again beckoned for them to keep traveling around her body. “Keep talking to me, Jack.” She started very slightly to grind her whole body around. Every part of her skin was now ultra sensitive, and she was rubbing each inch of herself up against the nearest thing to make contact. That largely meant me. Her back and me. And the top of her ass and my guilty, rock hard dick. God, please get me out of this. I sighed. Maybe I could help myself out a little bit by taking away the sight of her body. “Emma, could you put that blanket over Lydia so she doesn’t get cold?” Nobody protested, and I was grateful that I could no longer see where her hands were going, unless they were grabbing her breasts. Her perfect breasts that were above the blanket. Her perfect round brea… God dammit, Jack, focus! “Does that feel nice, Lydia?” She nodded her head and kept rubbing herself on me. I saw one of her hands actually go up and squeeze one of her tits outside of her little tanktop. “Yes,” she said, elongating the word. Alright, now Emma had to have an issue with this. I looked to her and I didn’t see concern. She was watching Lydia with fascination. Was it lust? ...