Semua Bab Heated Tales: A compilation of steamy stories: Bab 261 - Bab 270

A Horny wife's revenge (4)"I need your tongue in there, please!" She said with a whimper."He ignored her as he continued.A while later, he slowly ran the tip of his tongue up her wet slit. That was all it took to make Tina let her head fall back onto the pillow with a groan. Then, she reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling his face hard against her puffy lips. 
Andrew began to move his finger inside of her and his tongue now darted around her swollen clit.Almost immediately, Tina began to climax again. The feeling of pleasure was unlike anything she'd experienced. Her body twitched hard, as she continued to tug hard on his hair, not wanting it to end.When she finally began to relax, Andrew pulled her closer to the edge of the sofa. Still on his knees, he slid his cock into her quivering pussy.Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a loud cry.
"Is this what you wanted, Tina?" Andrew asked quietly, in full control now.
"Oh god yes," Tina muttered i

It was Monday, April 1, 2025. I was working late and it was fast approaching evening when my son, Henry texted me:What time will you be getting home tonight?I looked up at the huge pile of work that still cluttered my desk, sighed, and responded: Likely a couple more hours. I'll order pizza for us before I head out.He responded: Sounds great. Love you.It was sweet that my eighteen-year-old son always texted 'love you' at the end of our conversations.I texted a response: Love you too.Then, I returned to my paperwork. Not even a minute later, I received another text from my son, this one was very different.It read: Need cock?My eyes went wide... especially when I saw the attached picture of his cock—his impressive and erect cock! It was about seven inches long, and thick.I didn't know what on earth to do. I assumed my son had intended to send this inappropriate pic to some girl. But with that said, who the hell would he text those blunt two words to? And that pic?Nobody that I

A Young Man enjoys fûcking older women (3)He slid his dick back into my mouth, and I resumed bobbing like the cock-hungry slut I was becoming again, trying to ignore that he was my son, and to focus instead on his huge cock in my mouth.He answered, "She said that once you saw my cock now that I'm grown, it would only be a matter of time before you had to surrender to it."As I bobbed, my desire to give him a blow job consumed me. I couldn't help but think that was exactly something my sister would have said about me, and what I would have said about her, if I was being totally frank with myself."She also told me I could very easily have my own personal live-in Mommy pet," he added, his hands grasping both sides of my head.Those words were so shameful, yet... all I wanted was his cock in my mouth, and soon inside my long-neglected pussy."Do you want to become my Mommy pet?" he asked, pulling out of my mouth."What's gotten into you?" I asked, avoiding the question, and looking up

"I wish you were here," I murmured into the phone, gripping my bag tighter.Valerie’s soft sigh crackled through the speaker. "Me too."But she wasn’t. And as I ended the call and slipped my phone into my pocket, the weight of that absence settled in. It was Thursday. Just one more class stood between me and the weekend in town—a weekend I wanted to start with her beside me.Mornings with Valerie were the best; watching her ride me, with her tits bouncing as she rode my dick. It was just like she was sprinting down the track, but she was topless...and the view was breathtaking.Then my thoughts strayed to how she tasted, and my mind took me to that moment where I could taste her and feel her warmth on my tongue.Reality struck, though—I had to present my design to the class that morning, and time was running out. It came down to either grabbing breakfast or taking care of the problem myself.The latter was my only choice because there was no way I was walking into the cafeteria with a

There are moments in life that change you forever—when you stop being who the world expects you to be and start becoming who you really are. For me, that moment was when I fell in love with a girl.My name is Maxine Louise Hollowell. I am eighteen years old, and I’m in love with a girl.Coming out of the closet was both the most terrifying and the most enlightening event of my life. For the longest time, I thought something was off with the way my brain worked. Every time I had a "boyfriend," I felt so... wrong. There’s no other way to explain it. I felt wrong.I moved around a lot throughout my school years—five times, between two schools: Greenfield and Mayview. I think it was in Greenfield during my seventh-grade year that I had my first crush on a girl. Her name was Sammi, and she had the most beautiful lips I’d ever seen. Her skin was naturally tan, her eyes were big and brown, her hair was black, and her body was voluptuous. I remember walking to lunch holding hands with her cou