Amber glared at Tommy. "Stop it! What on earth do you think you are doing?" She said, with enough venom in her voice to make a point but soft enough no-one else heard. They were in the kitchen doing dishes. Tommy had just walked behind his mother and let his hand graze over Amber's bottom. Amber continued to look disapprovingly at Tommy because she knew Tommy had done it on purpose. The way his hand caressed her ass could...
“Mmmm… me too!” Becky kissed him quickly. “But I want your cum, Daddy… Go ahead, shoot inside me… I want to feel it… I’ll get you hard again, I promise!” Bill laughed. “Of that, sweetheart, I have no doubt.” He pushed her off of him, rolling up onto his knees, as he rolled her over onto her stomach, taking position behind her. “Get up on your knees, girl.” Rebecca rose up on her hands and knees and looked back at him ove...
“Oh, God! Yes! Please! Please lick me, Daddy!” He brought two fingers to her dewy slit and pressed the petals open. The sweet smell of aroused teenage pussy overwhelmed his senses. He wanted to tease her for a while, but could wait no longer. He attacked her open slit with his mouth. Becky freaked out. “OH! OH! Dear God! Daddy, that feels so good! Don’t stop! Don’t ever stop licking me!” Her hands reached down and grabbed...
They both knew what was about to happen, and were powerless to stop it. Becky notched her father’s cock-tip at the entrance to her cunny, and pushed down hard. “OW!” She felt a sharp pain as her vagina resisted the monster at its mouth. Try as she might, and as wet as she was, she just couldn’t get the fat cock head past her tiny opening. Becky moved back and forth, side to side, pressing down from all angles, and it jus...
It all happened in Rome. I was on a holiday of self-exploration, and it was the first time I had truly travelled alone. I had never been away from home and my family for so long. It gave me a sense of freedom I hadn’t experienced prior to this. I had spent a few days doing the typical tourist obligations; the museums, the long walks even a church or two. It took a week or so of being with myself with nobody watching me (a...
Stacey panted heavily, and Mike could see her little pussy still twitching before his amazed eyes. He couldn’t help but gently poke a finger into her tight snatch, pushing it all the way in. Stacey moaned her approval and started humping his invading finger. “Mmmmm… that’s so good, Dad… push it in me deeeep…” Mike complied with her wishes, astonished at how tight her vagina felt around his finger. He couldn’t help but i...
Resuming the passionate kissing, Laurie started rubbing her dad’s prick-tip all over her pussy, up and down her soaked gash, poking it into her impossibly tight hole, then up to rub against her clit. Every time she bumped the crown against her special spot she saw stars. Paul lifted up from his daughter, trying to process what she just said. He knelt on the bed between her outstretched legs, looking down at her heaving ti...
It was 1968, and Cheryl and I had been best friends since third grade. We had done everything together it seems. Sleepovers, experimenting with make-up, we even had our first periods a month apart. The only thing she got first was boobs. Of course, now that we were both 18, she was a buxom brunette and I was still a willowy blonde.But that did not get in the way of our being friends. We even double-dated once we turned 16...
Mama was in the kitchen making breakfast the morning after my first sleepover. Smells of citrus and cinnamon permeated from blueberry muffins in the oven. Apple wood bacon sizzled in cast iron amalgamating with maple syrup and brown sugar. She was juicing satsumas, brewing Plantation Mint tea. Aromas of chicory coffee milk and vanilla saturated the air, when she finally caught us on the pull out sofa in the back. We didn'...
“Go ahead, do it!” “Do what?” “What you have wanted, what you are always asking for, just do it!” She pulls my throbbing wet cock out from between her legs, grabs her left buttock and waits. The realisation suddenly coming to me, she is finally letting me do it, after years of asking, of pleading to try, she is finally giving me her arse. Was this all it took, a couple bottles of red wine and a night of dancing? Or has sh...
Beth wiped her lips of the few drops of his sperm that escaped her mouth and licked her fingers clean. She splashed water on her face and chest, then pulled the plug in the tub and slowly stood, stretching her body as she did so. Don just sat and stared in amazement at the glistening goddess that rose nude before him. “Hand me my towel, Dad,” she motioned to him. He looked around, then realized he was sitting on it, and w...
I had spent a disappointing night alone. Yes, I had fucked Pat last evening, but she spent her night getting banged by a younger guy. A much younger guy. Today would be a better day if things went to plan. Of course, I wanted Pat's pussy again, but Alice, Pat's friend, was in the mix. My phone buzzed. It was Pat, and she sounded concerned. "It's Alice. She is being a right fucking pain in the ass. Talk to her." Alice came...
Ellie jumped off his lap and fumbled through her clothes on the table. She found her jacket and slipped it on. Cain watched her pretty bottom and back, the slender waist, and the long, lean legs below. She was seventeen years old and had taken dance classes for a fair number of those years. Living two thousand miles away from each other, Cain and his wife had never been to see her young cousin dance, but they had watched...
Cain leaned forward and slid his hands under Ellie's round bottom. He lifted her and stood in one smooth motion. She shrieked quietly, mindful of the sleeping people in the room below. She hid her face in his neck as he sat her on the Sunday School table in front of him. Cain leaned in and kissed her, and she responded with enthusiasm. His erection was becoming uncomfortable, but he didn't want to scare the girl, so he ke...
The Olsen Family always planned their annual reunion for the end of February. It gave the family something to look forward to through the long, bitter days of winter. Springing from Clinton, Iowa, it was there that the reunion took place. The First United Methodist Church of Clinton had seen many generations of Olsens over the years. And though the family had spread around the country, about half still lived within easy d...
