As I watched her, she switched hands between her legs, the fingers of her left hand moving up to her breast, quickly pulling aside the cup of her bra and releasing her tit to the air, fingers feeling to stroke and tease and pull gently at the nipple. Still with her eyes closed, her torso leaning against the wall and her head bowed slightly as if in silent p...
I was in my car driving home for an afternoon "appointment" with my wife, anticipating the fun I was about to have and thinking back to what started this new addition to our sex lives. If I had known then what I know now I probably would have violated a few traffic laws in my rush to get home. My wife and I are both in our 40's and committed to getting the a...
This is the fourth chapter in the series, hopefully you have read the previous other chapters, if not then do it NOW! Just kidding. It would help you to read the previous other chapters to get the back story on Stacy and the rest of the characters. I hope this new chapter will not disappoint. So please read, enjoy, and as always give me your feedback. Stacy...
The next morning, the stunning Mrs Swenson is on all her hands and knees. Her 18 year old lover, Marcus Jefferson, is behind her, mounting her like a bitch in heat. Inga had surprised the youngster this morning putting his black cock in her mouth, the teenager filling her hungry tummy with another load of creamy sperm. She thought she had sucked the boy’s co...
(Thanks to everyone for the great feedback to my stories. This latest one is quite different. To everyone expecting another story of another thirty something milf and her horny teenage son you may be disappointed. This thirty something blonde finds her true happy place underneath and on top of young black teenagers. She eventually gets involved in a web of c...
I can hardly stand it. My wonderfully beautiful child bride is finally going off on a nite of adventure with a totally loving wife/slut/sub/slave attitude. My goodness, that is a lot of things to be at any one time, much less all at once. When anyone of them are absolutely wonderful in themselves. Loving wife; how lucky can a man be? Slut; again, how lucky c...
He watched the screen intently, anxiously awaiting his plan to fall into place. He had been plotting for several weeks now, slowly gaining the courage to put everything into practice. Would it come to fruition? Would they suspect anything? His groin flinched in nervous excitement as he watched the images play out upon the computer, his hidden camera survey...
Inga suddenly had second thoughts about what she had just done. But a part of her wanted the street thug and drug dealer to at least come over to her house. Since that day at the party, the Swedish milf had thought about what it would have been like if she had somehow ended up with Tone and his friends instead of with Marcus Jefferson. She could still rememb...
"What do we have here?" My blindfold was removed and I rapidly blinked my eyes to clear them and bring them back into focus. In front of me were three women. The woman in front was tall and slender, with jet-black hair and a face that, at the moment, was exuding disdain for me and probably everyone within ten miles. The stereotype for this look is "frosty....
It was a hot night in the deep south of the United States and on one of the older plantations, stood a majestic house on top of a hill, bathed in the light of the full moon. On the eastern side of the house, on the highest living level and directly in front of the two huge glass doors guarding the master bedroom, stood two figures who were intently looking p...