As soon as Mike understood what she was trying to say, he was shocked. Michael always been curious about anal sex. Not yet. He have ever had sex with, had ever been willing to try it out with him. Now here was his stepsister, willingly offering his deepest desire on a platter of gold.“did you tell anyone about that?” Mike ask“ why will I tell anyone? I didn't tell any person.I just kept it to myself, hoping that one day, I will let you do it with me and satisfy you. I know it's hard for a girl to let her ass get fucked but I always wanted to offer mine to you for your satisfaction."So tell me, how many girls have you fucked on the ass?" Jennifer asked."No girl have ever allowed me. They are always scared it would be painful because of how huge I am." Mike replied.“I don't blame them. You are really huge." Jennifer said, and moved her hand down to his crotch and grabbed his swollen dick. It began to get hard again. Growing at every seconds. She began to stroke it slowly untill it
Vicky was wearing Brandon's white button down shirt, a little drunk from being out earlier that night. The top few buttons are undone so that you can see the round fullness of her breast and the depth of her cleavage every time she lean down. The bottom of the shirt hangs to the middle of her thighs, just barely covering her ass as long as she don't bend over. And she have her pantie on too, always the same black cotton string bikini ones she wore in high school.She was bare feet, her long brown hair in a tousled ponytail, a little damp at the nape of her neck from sweat. Of course, she have just been fucked. Brandon, her boyfriend was still in bed, watching the movie they had popped into the VCR. she always do this, come down for a cigarette after they fuck, and if there's a bottle of wine open in the kitchen, she would pour herself a glass. Brandon has the coolest parents. They never seem to care about that kind of stuff.As she stepped down the last few stairs that lead into the l
"If you take me all the way into your mouth, maybe I"ll reward you with a nice hard spanking..."Vicky couldn't help but whimper when he says that... She know he had heard them now, heard his son's hard slaps against the tight flesh of her ass while she rub her wet pussy against his leg, bent over his lap like a naughty little girl.But does he know that Vicky normally picture him when Brandon spanks her? Does he know she want to be his bad little teenage whore, his cheap fucktoy? she want him to know.... she want him to know everything, to do everything to her....Her fingers are trembling but she manage to unzip him. She pulled his pants to his ankle and his dick sprang up in action. Her eyes widened as she saw how big it look. it was long with veins, bigger than his son's dick. She saw it as a perfect, long and thick and so hard.She smiled and gently grabbed it on her small soft hand, wrapping her fingers around his shaft. She love how it feels in her hand, so hard and swollen...
"Yes please!! Please I beg you.... Fuck me... I'm begging you, bury that fucking dick all the way inside me... oh please!!!"He slams his whole dick deep into her pussy and she cried out... "Ohhhhh!!" Randy's dick was bigger than Brandon's... He filled her so completely and was even stretching her pussy wall... She groaned when she realize that she had his son's dick in her less than an hour before. She feel like such a cheap little slut... and it only makes her hotter for Randy.Holding her hips firmly, he slides his dick out of her only to roughly thrust it back in, her body jerking forward with every thrust. He pulls on her ponytail hard and pounds her harder, harder than she've ever been fucked. "More, gosh!, more please... oohhh fuck, I'm so close!!!" He rapes her pussy again and again until her feet are dangling off the ground, her whole body spread out on the table."Ohh that pussy's so fucking tight... cum for me you slut... Cum all over my dick!"she cry out again and her pus
Karen and her friend, Lauren, scooted over to the bar at the conference hotel, their arms grazing lightly as they settled into barstools and ordered their martinis. Karen is a curvy brunette with dark eyes, a deep tan, and a full mouth. For her friend, she is a willowy blonde, petite and graceful, with big expressive eyes and an irresistible sweetness. She have a normal body and well endowed in perfect places more than Karen.Karen is a beautiful girl but not to be compared to Lauren. They do make quite a pair, and they are as close as friends can be, except that Karen had a secret that Lauren don't know.Karen and her friend arrived at the conference a few days before, two young and pretty grad students trying to act mature and collected as they worked their way through a sea of professors. They always got a fair amount of attention when they entered a room together. They are here for their graduation program.Karen smiled at Lauren, trying to look composed, smoothing her skirt and
While Sylvester was telling them a story about a different conference, she felt his hand grazing her back. She shivered as he moved it lightly down across her hip, keeping his movements subtle so Lauren couldn't see his arm behind her. His fingers traced the curve of her bottom, and then back up her spine. He kept telling his story, charming Lauren with his quips and ease, while Karen felt a moist spot form between her legs. It was all she could do. She wish she could push him against the bar and grind her body against his. It was a torture not to be able to fuck him at that instant.Sylvester looked in her direction and smiled. "Would you ladies excuse me for just a second? I have to make a quick phone call, but I will be back in a minute." "No problem, Sylvester," Karen replied as casually as she could. "We're not going anywhere."Karen caught Lauren, watching Sylvester in silence as he walked away. She knew she was checking him out, that she was interested. Now she just had to pla
But she knew he wouldn't. He would tease her with watching, with his slow and patient seduction. He would make her agonize.Lauren was licking and sucking his finger more passionately now. She knew she wanted more. She was grinding her pussy against Sylvester's waist as he pulled her closer. Karen ran her fingers through Lauren's hair, pulling her hair slightly so she would arch her back for her. Karen could see the outline of her hard nipples poking through her blouse, and she was dying to touch her. Slowly, she crept behind her on the bed, straddling her as she sat down, sliding her legs around the outside of hers. Her back was pressed against her full breasts, and her mouth was hot against her ear. karen leaned back against her as she whispered, "you look so sexy right now, Lauren..." then reached around her sides and started to slowly unbutton her blouse.Sylvester's fingers was matching her button for button. She undid the clasp of her pretty white bra and they slid the blouse a
Sylvester finally emerged from under her skirt, crawling on the bed, his dick bulging against the cotton of his boxerbriefs. She pulled them down and took out his dick, so stiff and firm, the dick she had been imagining for months. She stroked it slowly, imagining it sliding in and out of her pussy, opening her, splitting her in half. she rubbed her fingers against the tip, the ones that she had been fucking Lauren with. Her juices were still thick on them and she spread them all over the head of his dick, making it shiny and wet. She looked over at Lauren and smiled. "Want to taste your pussy, Lauren? It's very sweet..." She licked her fingers and watched her crawl on the bed to where Sylvester sat. She slid down to the floor and got on her knees, pulling him to the edge of the bed. Slowly, she wrapped her fingers around the base and moved her pretty pink mouth to the tip, sensuously licking her juices from his dick.Karen watched Sylvester's face as Lauren took his dick into her war
Mike's mouth was partly agape. His eyes were bulging already. Any man would want to have a taste of those milk industries. Oh damn it! He was not any man. The lady in question was his freaking sister-in-law! Vicky hesitantly grabbed both boobs with her hands— a futile effort to cover it up. In between her fingers, the nipples were still pointing at Mike. It felt like they were telling him to come. “Damn it, Mike!! Get a fucking grip of yourself!” He thought in his mind. As if jolted back to reality, he turned swiftly. “Mickey,” Vicky's voice called him in a very cute manner. “Is there—” Mike didn't let her finish before cutting her off. “What the heck are you doing in my matrimonial chamber?” His voice was stern and rebuking. “Your matrimonial room,” Vicky said, feigning ignorance. “Oh, my bad. I had no idea. Didn't know which of the rooms you told me to go to.” “Y
On a cold and quiet night, the voice of Jennifer moaned melodiously as her husband, Mike rammed in and out of her. Beads of sweat were all over the head of the well built thirty year old man. “I love you, Mike,” Jennifer croaked out amidst the pleasure that was ravaging her entire body. “Call me daddy, sweetheart,” Mike's hoarse voice said, sending chills down the heavily aroused and sensitive body of his wife. “Daddy!!” Jennifer obeyed. The moment of pleasure lingered for a while before the two finally got to the height of the excitement. Jennifer hit orgasm with soft and tender cry accompanied by many body jerks. She came. Mike, on the other hand, shot his hot cum deep inside her. With that, he let his weight collapse on the bed. Not long after that, he carried Jennifer to the bathroom and washed her up. Jennifer was in bed, waiting for Mike to join her so they could sleep in a warm cuddle when his phone began to ring. “Babe, your phone is ringing,” she said. Mike finished wa
Epilogue . . . Rothschild came back home in anger and told Bella to leave his house. "Leave my house. I don't want to see you in my house anymore." Rothschild said. "What are you saying? What have came over you?" Bella asked. "Nothing. I just realized you have been deceiving me. I'm not impotent. Amelia just gave birth to my son." "And how sure are you that you are the father?" Bella asked and Rothschild slapped her across the face. "Don't say that in your life again. I ran a test and it confirmed that I'm okay. You have made me do terrible things. Now i want you to leave. I don't want you again." Rothschild said and it sparked an argument. It ended with Bella leaving his house. The next day, Mike went back to the hospital. He could not rest. Rothschild arrived at the hospital nearly breathless, trying to suppress the storm of emotions crashing against the walls of his heart. He needed to see Amelia, had to seek her out. He weaved through the clinical corridors, the scent
"Look here, mister, you have to leave here now, or else, I'm going to call the security on you. We are not ready to listen to whatever you have to explain. You can't just come here and cook up a story, then expect us to believe. We are not kids. By the way, Who even gave you the permission to come in here in the first place and disrupt the peace of a woman who has just given birth?""The doctor did....the doctor gave me permission to come in here!" Rothschild replied hurriedly before they got any other second thought. He wiped the tears from his eyes and waited. "The doctor?" The second nurse asked this time. "Yes, the doctor asked that I come in here to see my wife.""She is not your wife, mister. That woman lying there is a single mother and I'd appreciate if you leave here already." The first nurse said sternly to him. Their arguments and noises was disrupting Amelia from having a peaceful rest. It got to a point that Amelia woke up from the sleep. "What....what is going on he
"Amelia?" Rothschild called out as he got closer to her and stared down at her face. He couldn't believe his eyes—he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Amelia had given birth! He rushed to where the child was to see the child that she had given birth to. He held his breath for what seemed like an hour—just staring down at the child who was fast asleep too, with amazement in his eyes. He held himself back from crying. "It's....it's my child!" Rothschild let out, trying to fight back the tears but he couldn't help himself. The child was too beautiful for him to take his eyes off. And the child was equally tiny too. Rothschild wanted to reach down and hold his newborn baby in his arms but the door suddenly opened, disrupting him from touching the child. "Sir, what are you doing here?" It was the nurse who had earlier told him to stay miles away from the ward. "I...I...just came in here to.." Rothschild couldn't seem to find his voice anymore. "Please sir, you need to leav
Rothschild could not contain his joy when he got a response from Amelia the next morning. Although she had not revealed her location to him yet, the contents of Amelia's message made Rothschild leap for another round of joy. Her due date was around the corner and Amelia had wanted him to know that she was going to have their baby sooner or later. "So I'm finally going to be a father!" Rothschild said with excitement in his tone. "When I thought that this day would never come, finally luck has decided to shine its rays down on me." Rothschild said and continued with his preparations to go to the hospital. The result of the test that had conducted on him was finally ready and he had a good feeling that it was going to turn out to be positive. Rothschild ignored Bella's presence still in his home while he walked past her with happiness—he didn't care about anything else, order
"You are impotent, don't you remember and there's the test from the hospital to prove that!" Bella said in response. Rothschild curled his fist into a ball, holding himself back from slapping the hell out of Bella's cheeks. "You bitch!" He roared at her. "I should have known that this is who you really are. Why didn't I know from the start that your heart is darker than night in itself!""How can you speak to me like that. You know it's true, Rothschild, you know what I'm saying is true. Amelia is a liar and a cheat. She got pregnant for another man and now you think that the child is yours?""Be reasonable for just one time in your life!" Bella added. "The only unreasonable person here is you, because you think that I'm a puppet you have your fingertips, isn't that right, Bella?!" Rothschild shot at her but she kept mute. "Answer me, Bella, did you or did you not doctor those test results?!" Rothschild asked,
"Don't you dare put your fucking hands on me, or else I'm going to beat the crap out of you!" Rothschild yelled out in anger. Bella scotted backward in fear, she had never seen Rothschild this angry before and it scared the life out of her. "You lying scum, I don't even know what to call you. You made me send my pregnant wife away from the house and now, I don't even know where to find her!""She wouldn't take my calls or even reply to my text messages and it's all your fucking fault, you bloody bastard!" Rothschild cursed out at Bella who still wore her mask of ignorance. "What...what are you talking about, Rothschild?!" Bella asked, feigning ignorance as she sat still on the floor. "Don't even get me started on that!" He warned. "I want you to go up there, pack everything that belongs to you and get the hell out of my house, I don't want to ever set my eyes on you again, do you understand that?!" Rothschild said and stormed off. "Rothschild please wait!" Bella tried to stop hi
Bella was in shock for almost an hour after Rothschild had left the house. She wanted to run after Rothschild but she found her foot rooted to the ground. "And what was that I had seen in Rothschild's hand, it can't be what I think it is or can it be that...." "No, no way, it cannot be possible!" Bella said aloud to herself, rushing back into her room to change out of the clothes and put on proper clothes but by the time she went outside, there was no sign of Rothschild anywhere, he had already driven away. "No, no, this can't be!" Bella started to panic. She couldn't see what was right in front of her and that caused her to trip over the stairs while she walked. She remained on the floor motionless but clutching her chest tightly. In as much as Bella wanted to deny that she had seen Rothschild walk out of the room with a test results in his hand, so that it would offer her a flicker of hope that Rothschild was not suspecting a thing, it was obvious that the jig was up and soon