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
Stacey slammed the door behind her as she walked into their house, getting home from work. Her boyfriend, Chris, had called her while she was driving to tell her that he wasn't coming over tonight. She was incredibly angry at him -- her parents hardly ever left her home alone, and she had been looking forward to having him over for most of the weekend. She had planned everything out, and had spent most of the day thinking about taking him into the hot tub, where they would fool around, ending the night with a long session of rounds of sex in her room. She had been wet most of the day just thinking about it. But apparently, Chris thought it was more important to go on a road trip with the semi-pro hockey team than to take advantage of a weekend with her parents gone.Stacey and Chris had been dating since thier junior year of high school, and he was the only guy she had ever slept with. Lately, she had begun to think that whatever had attracted her to him in the first place was compl
They were so wet that she could feel the juices soaking through onto her finger, and she let herself touch her clit through the wet fabric for a few moments before she took her hand out of her skirt.she couldn't do this in the kitchen, she thought, and she quickly made her way to her room, which was downstairs. she left the lights in the den off, the light coming through the windows enough to see, and left the door to her room open so it was lit dimly. she started to unbutton her shirt, wanting to get her bra off so she could rub her breasts properly. she glanced in the mirror as she did so, and laughed at herself, shaking her head. she usually didn't have to masturbate -- whenever she wanted anything, Chris was more than willing to give her what she needed. If he wasn't watching hockey, of course. And when she did touch herself, it was usually at night, in bed, before she fell asleep. she don't think she had ever done this before -- purposely gone downstairs and stripped to masturba
The sound terrified her, and she pulled both her hands away from her, though it was absolute torture to do so when she was so close. "Turac?" she called. she knew it wasn't the cat. The floor only creaked when something about as heavy as a person stood on it -- it was how she knew when her dad was trying to listen in on her phone conversations. She rolled off her bed quickly and grabbed a pair of scissors off her desk, holding them out in front of her as she walked to her bedroom door. She flicked on the light as she stepped out."Mr. Orton!" she shrieked. He was standing right beside her door, a shocked expression on his face, a white envelope in his hand. "Jesus, what are you doing here?!"She felt her face flush, and she was pretty sure the rest of her body did, too. That was when she remembered the rest of her body was naked, and she shrieked again, using her hands in a lame attempt to cover herself. she was still holding the scissors, and she dropped them onto the floor."I forgo
"Please, Stacey. We have to stop this right here and forget that any of this happened. This is not proper at all. We don't are not even supposed to be talking this.""Stop stalling, Mr. Orton," Stacey said, and with another step she was standing directly in front of him as he leaned against the couch, unable to take his eyes off her naked body. "What do you think about doing to me?" He shook his head."Nothing? Okay, I will tell you." Stacey said. "When you were watching me just now, I was thinking about you licking and sucking my pussy before you started fucking me, wondering if a little girl like me could take your dick which I'm sure is bigger than my boyfriend. Did you like watching me touch myself, Mr. Orton?" He swallowed hard, his eyes raking over her body before he nodded slowly. she giggled and grinned. "Do you want me to do it again?"He looked up at her, reaching out and taking her hand. "Stacey, I would like nothing better. But you don't understand... this is too wrong. Yo
It was better than she had even imagined. He licked at her pussy, sucking on her clit lightly. she couldn't believe that her fantasy from just moments before was happening. She reached down, running her fingers through his salt-and-pepper hair, holding his head close to her as he lapped at her. The feeling was unbelievable, and she tilted her head back as she enjoyed the sensations his tongue was causing to run through her. He teased her lazily, the movements of his mouth was pleasurable but not enough to push her over the edge yet. His tongue pushed at her hole, and she got the feeling that he was enjoying just licking at her.After a few mohnts of his relaxed movements, he began to move his tongue a bit faster, dipping it into her hole again as he reached up to rub her clit. she was amazed at how just a slight shift in movment could suddenly cause such different sensations to flow through her body. He flicked his tongue against her clit, moving his finger to slowly penetrate her hol
Mr. Orton stared at her for a moment, looking slightly amused before she kissed him again. As she did, he pulled her down completely on his dick, thrusting up into her. she couldn't help but cry out.He was much thicker than Chris was, and she could feel him stretching her. He buried his dick in her pussy, and held her still against him for a moment before he started to guide her movehernts, his hands never leaving her ass. she gasped as she moved against him. Chris and Stacey had never fucked in this position, and Mr. Orton was hitting places in her pussy that she didn't even know existed. Soon, Mr. Orton's hands were just resting against her ass as she rode his dick, moving her hips hard against him. She gasped and moaned, feeling herself build up in a way she had never felt before. Her movehernts started to get a bit more sporadic, but before she could cum, Mr. Orton stilled her movements, his hands holding her firmly down against him.she looked at him, panting. "Please, don't ma
Tony and his step sister, Bella, have always been really good friends. They both have thier own lives away from each other, but at the end of the day when they were both at home, talking and laughing, they started to get closer. Just the two of them. They were a little more like roommates you could say, because it doesn't matter what they do or say around each other.Like whenever he have sex, the first person he tell is Bella, and she'll usually fire back with something like "Really? Is she pretty?"And something that tends to piss their parents off quite a bit is how comfortable with their bodies they can be. He hadn't seen Bella fully naked or anything, but she was no stranger to just walking around with just a t-shirt and a pantie on.Bella just doesn't care. And something tells Tony that she knows he like it. Not that he was attracted to his step sister or anything, but she is without a doubt pretty smoking hot. She's almost 21 and she's quite short, with strawberry blonde hair,
The next day, Mike had wasted himself with so many bottles of alcohol. He barely got to sleep the previous night. The only person who was on his mind was Jennifer. Till this moment, no one had called him to pass information about where she could possibly be. What hurt him the most was the thought of how badly she would be hurting because of what she had seen. Knowing that she was hurt made Mike beat himself even more. He was on the floor in his living room when a lady walked in. It was his mother. He was too wasted on alcohol to even get up to his feet. The mother, on seeing the condition of her son, felt completely washed away and heartbroken. She had no idea Jennifer meant the world to her son. “Oh God! Mike, what have you done to yourself, son?” She dropped her bag and rushed to her son. She snatched the bottle he was going to shove into his mouth. “Stop it, Mike!” Mike sobbed. “She's hurt, mom. Jennifer has left ne, mom. Are you happy now? You never wanted her to stay.
Mike froze in the act. His cock was still stuck in the vagina while he stared at Jennifer with dilated iris. The least thing he expected was to have Jennifer walk in when he was in the act. “Ho..honey,” he struggled to say a word. Vicky pushed him off her and staggered to her feet. “Sis…you are..you are back.” Jennifer was staring at them wildly in disbelief. Vicky had one of her boobs looking out through one of the open buttons of the shirt she was wearing. “How long has this been going on?” Jennifer asked with tears clogging up her throat. Mike's cock was still standing as he clasped his hands together to plead with Jennifer. “Babe, I.. I can explain,” he stuttered. When he tried to touch her, she landed a resounding slap on his cheek. “Don't touch me!!” She yelled. Tears rolled from her eyes. Not even in her wildest dreams could she have imagined that her own sister would have sex with her husband. “You…”she said, pointing at Vicky. “You snake, I gave you eve
The moment she returned to her hotel room that night, she sat on the ground and almost cried her heart out. At least, Mike's mother would no longer have a reason to despise her. She was finally pregnant after years of being married to Mike. An hour passed into the night and she finally got a hold of herself. She would call Mike and share the sweet news with him. She opened her purse and grabbed her phone. Still trying to snuff out the last trace of tears in her tone, she hit the dial icon. One ring…two rings…three rings… Then, the electronic voice spoke. “The number you are calling is not available at the moment.” She called again and again. But the response was the same. Mike was not taking any of her calls. It was already a couple of minutes to ten in the night. There was a probability he was already asleep. Though, Mike was not the type to sleep early. He must have had a stressful day. She concluded. The bell in her hotel room rang. Someone was out there. She got to the doo
Vicky could feel the fullness of his cock inside her. Mike was a monster. Not only was he long down there, but that he had enough girth too. Slowly, he pulled out of her. The helpless lady looked at him with the look that said he should put it back in. But he didn't do so. He simply used it to flog the areas of her vagina, making her more wet than she already was. He pressed on the clit button with his cock, making Vicky go wild. Her eyes were literally turning. “Are you ready for me?” He asked. Vicky wanted to curse him. She was more than ready. “Yes, yes,” she replied in a helpless manner. Mike then grabbed her waist so tightly and slowly put his cock in till it was swallowed entirely. Then, he brought it out again. The in and out movement turned into a slow and steady thrust. Gradually, he increased his pace. What started slowly was now fast and soon rough. The sound of flesh slamming against another soon filled the entire room. After a good while of quick thrusts, he s
The kiss became so passionate and they started breathing heavily. He pinned her on the wardrobe and kept kissing her. “Did you really think I would let you go so easily?” He asked as he pulled away. Vicky always wanted to feel his lips on hers. But at the time, she didn't know what to think. She already gave up. She felt Mike was just not going to come around. But he did! “I—” Mike didn't give her the chance to speak. He locked her lips again. This time, his hands were running through her entire body. The lady had already put on a dress. It was obvious she was getting ready to leave when Mike made the decision to act. He stopped kissing again and helped her take the dress off. His eyes absorbed the creature before him. He placed his head in between her boobs and let himself get drowned in the moment. Then, he carried her and dropped her on the bed. Vicky lay there like a test material. She had no idea what Mike was thinking of doing to her. All she could do was anticipate
The towel descended through the length of her body and fell on the ground. She was naked. Mike was completely swept off his feet. He found himself struggling to say a word. There was a lump in his throat. Vicky looked even better than the pictures she had sent to him. With every moment that slipped by, it only became more difficult to resist her. His eyes traveled through her body, scanning every detail as they journeyed from her hair to her toes. The boobs were impeccably built— slightly bent due to the weight. The alveolar area of her breast was large enough, an indication that she was incredibly sensitive around that area. Her nipples were surprisingly pointed and looked enticingly beautiful. “Vi..vi.. Vicky,” Mike stuttered. “What…what do you think you are doing?” Vicky smiled at him. “What does it look like to you? Do you like what you see?” Oh yes, he did. Not long ago, he was fuming. But at the moment, he had no idea what was going on inside him. The anger was there. How
Right in the presence of everyone, his mouth flew open once again. His cock became really hard in the boardroom. What his heart desired to see for so long was already there. All those times Vicky paraded before him, all he could do was imagine what would be beyond the skimpy dresses. He was finally staring at her naked body. Oh damn it!! Vicky was damn too hot. Mike found himself salivating without knowing it. He had been enchanted by her. “Mr Mike, are you okay?” One of the board members asked him. But Mike was not okay. Beyond being okay, he was lost completely. He found himself moping stupidly at the nudity of his own sister-in-law! Get hold of yourself, Mike! “Mike?” Another person tried to call his attention. But Mike was lost. He was obviously not listening to them. He was only brought back to his senses when one of them slapped his hands on the table. Mike was jolted from his lost state. But his hand had already gone down to his cock. It was furiously waging war a
Vicky was throwing both legs effortlessly through the mini black dress she was wearing. It barely covered her private areas and perched on her thighs. The design was in such a way that her cleavages were out there. Mike was struck by her presence. His mouth was suddenly agape and the words were held back in his throat. “Babe,” Jennifer called him. “Are you still there?” The married dude was lost. He couldn't help himself. Vicky looked incredibly attractive for him to be able to resist her. “Honey? Are you there?” Jennifer asked again. “Yes, yes,” he responded in a disoriented manner. “Is something wrong? You seem distracted.” “Uhm… yes. I mean no.” Jennifer sighed. “What is it?” Vicky got to the table and dropped the bag she was carrying. “Is that Jennifer?” She asked suddenly and loudly. Mike's eyes dilated. What was she trying to achieve by announcing her presence to Jennifer? “Babe, I heard Vicky's voice just now. Is she there with you?” Before Mike could gi
The next morning, Mike made the decision to resume work. Being the owner of his own business, he had taken some time off from work to have fun with his wife, Jennifer. But then, things were not going the way he thought. Jennifer had traveled and he had a tempting desire to sleep with his own sister-in-law. To even think he would be in this position was driving him crazy. And yes, the only way for him to cut down time spent with her, was to resume work. At seven o'clock in the morning, he was already dressed and ready to dive into the activities of the day. He was wearing a well ironed shirt that he tucked into his pair of black pants, a shiny Italian shoe and a matching black jacket. He was good to go. He was about to leave when his phone rang. It was his mom. “Hello, mom,” he said as he slid the green icon. “Good morning.” His greeting was replied with a rebuke. “What is good about this morning?” His mom asked. “Hold your greeting. I don't need it.” He stroked his f