All Chapters of Wild Epic Desires: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

"Why do I have to go to Aunt Isabella's house?" I asked, near to tears. "Why do I have to go away?""I told you, we'll be on the road a lot this summer with your dad's work and it just wouldn't work," Tricia, my mother explained for the third time. "I know you don't want to go, but I just don't know any other way.""I can't stand her creepy husband," I said."He's not that bad when you get to know him," Tricia said. "You just need to give him a chance.""A chance for what?" I asked. "He's a pervert. I'm 18. Why can't I just stay here by myself?""I wouldn't be comfortable with that," My mother said. "I need to know that someone is looking after you.""Great," I said. "Just great.""So, go get your bag and I'll take you to the airport," She said. "Your dad won't be home until late, but he said he'd call you first thing in the morning."I sulked all the way to the airport and was near to tears on the plane as I thought of how horrible my summer was going to be. I was in dread as I walke

Pulling his dick from his underwear, I began to lick and suck on it, disgusted again by the taste of it and the size of it. From the taste of his dick this morning, I was certain that he must have fucked Isabella already, because it reminded my of the taste of Randy's dick the night before.Thinking of Randy, I looked up and saw that Randy and Isabella were standing by the bed watching me, Randy's dick standing out in front of him and dried cum on the inside of Isabella's thigh. I continued to suck Orton's dick, feeling it grow very hard in my mouth. I used both hands to hold it and to pump it, hoping that he would cum quickly and it would be over. But tasting him and having seen the dried cum on Isabella's leg, I knew that he must have just recently fucked and cum and that it would probably be hard to make him cum again.Then I felt Orton's hands on my ass, squeezing my cheeks and then spreading them apart. I knew that I must be totally exposed to him and this made my feel even more

"That was just wonderful," She said, leaning forward and kissing me on the mouth, tasting myself. "Very nice."I looked at Orton, wondering what to expect next. And he didn't disappoint me."You did fine," Orton said,"And now you get your reward. Get on your hands and knees with your face on the floor," he demanded.Not exactly sure of what was going to happen, I did as he ordered me, kneeling on my hands and knees, my ass high up in the air while my face rested on the floor. I knew they could all see my pussy and ass from this position and I bluId as I felt a trickle of pussy juice run down the inside of my thigh. The thought that they could see how wet I was, giving away how excited I was, embarrassed me. Then I felt Orton behind my, his fingers probing my pussy and rubbing my clit. I felt first one finger, then two, then three fingers puId into my pussy, slowly plunging in and out. I felt my excitement rising as Orton stimulated my, heightening my lust.Then I felt him remove his f

He put his hand between her legs and touched her clit, moving his finger in right little circles. Her long-awaited release came and she screamed as her cunt walls closed in around the thick dick pistoning in and out.Her involuntary squeezing around his dick was too much for the man and his dick jerked as he came with a loud "Fuck!" He pumped her, full of semen, bathing her cervix in warmth. she clung to him, milking every last drop. Mr. Robert pulled his softening dick out of her pussy and looked down at her with a sneer. Yeah, she'd just let this middle age man use her for his sexual pleasure. His derision made it hotter somehow.He zipped up his fly and looked over at Cody who'd stopped recording. "You want seconds?""Fuck yeah," he said, and walked over to the desk. He looked down at her. Mr. Robert's load was leaking out of her pussy and her perfect breasts pointed to the sky. She looked like such a whore."Turn over, slut," he commanded.She sat up and turned so that she was fa

"Stop complaining and get on the bus!" snapped the cheerleading coach.I looked down the crowded aisle and felt my heart flutter. We are on the way to a shared event, an important football game out of state and a cheerleading competition in the same area. The cheer team's bus had broken down thirty miles outside of an known town and even more miles over a hilly pass to our destination.My teammate behind me prodded me at my back, trying to move me along. "Just go to the back.""Everyone will have to squeeze in," said the coach. "It's just another hour or so of discomfort and then we will be at the hotel.""This has to be illegal," I muttered. I was shy and the idea of snuggling up to the football players, most off which were looking far too pleased to be squeezed in with the cheerleaders--made me both excited and anxious. They were all so... strong. And big."Stella, come sit here!" My heart skipped a beat. It was Kenneth, the quarterback sitting in the very back of the bus in a corne