ВойтиHooked By The Milf Baddies Next Door (4)I just realized that Linda's long skirt had a slit, and when she crossed her legs, the garment had fallen off her right leg, leaving most of her thigh and calf exposed. There was one of those long bare legs that I had so often imagined wrapped around my head.Kathy had let her legs spread wider, and she shifted her butt on the table and raised her left knee higher than her right, which caused an even wider gap and more exposed thigh flesh. And now there they were, in clear daylight—her panties. Silk and shiny. And lavender. Her hands were on the hem of her dress and seemed to be pulling up on it with her palms. With her chest out, it looked like she was posing for me. I could even see the bulge of her pussy mound as the silky panties clung to it.Gail placed her left hand on my right thigh, so now I had two women with their hands on my legs. And Val's hand w
Hooked By The MILFs Next Door (3)“Kyle!” Val squealed, like I was a long-lost relative or something, not just a kid from the block. It caught me off guard how excited she sounded.“Oh, hi, Kyle,” said Gail. Her tone was calm but warm.“Hi, Kyle,” echoed Linda, my other next-door neighbor. The three women were sitting on a couch and chairs, all holding wine glasses. There were multiple bottles of wine on the kitchen counter to my right. My first reaction was relief that none of them seemed like they’d noticed me watching and photographing them. They actually looked happy to see me, which was better than them being angry, and even better than being indifferent to my presence.Kathy led me straight into the family room, still holding my arm with both hands. She was also pressing her left breast into my shoulder.Then Valeri
Hooked By The MILF Baddies Next Door (2)It was around twelve-thirty when Gail appeared in her backyard.Her house sat next to Val’s, off to my left.Gail looked like she worked out—a lot.She had straight, dark-brown, shoulder-length hair, a petite, slender frame, small tits, and an incredible ass for an older woman. Her calves and thighs were muscular—tight.“I swear…” I muttered, watching her step out. “You could crack an egg on those thighs…”I’d seen her running before in black spandex shorts.That ass…“Damn…”Today, she wore a one-piece lime green bathing suit.I exhaled slowly. “Wish it was a bikini…”Still, I wasn’t abo
This story and all characters are fiction. All characters are over eighteen.•••I felt like such a pervert, scurrying from room to room, peeking out through the blinds.Hell… I am a pervert.Spying on a bunch of women old enough to be my mom.With my parents gone that Saturday morning, and several of the neighborhood MILFs out in their yards, it felt like the perfect opportunity to watch them.It was kind of funny, really. I’d grown up around these women—same neighborhood, same houses—and never really noticed them.Not like this.It wasn’t until I turned eighteen that something shifted.Now I couldn’t not see it.The way they moved.The way they dressed.The way their bodies filled out in
Teach Me, Step-Daddy (3)Cal’s POVI leaned in and kissed her softly.Not with urgency. Not with greed. Just slow, deliberate pressure that said I want you to feel this. Her lips were warm, parted slightly, the faint taste of sweet gloss lingering on them. She tensed for a second, just barely, but I felt it. Her breath caught in her throat like her body hadn’t quite decided to surrender yet.But then she did.Her lips opened to me, uncertain but eager, like she was giving in to something she didn’t fully understand. Her hand lifted and curled into the fabric of my shirt, holding on. She pulled me closer with the kind of trust that should have scared me. Instead, it broke me wide open.Her thighs shifted under the covers, knees falling apart. I didn’t look down. I didn’t need to. I felt that instinctive response...and that invitation.My hand slid behind her neck, cradling her head gently as I kissed her deeper. Her mouth tasted like mint and nerves. Every time my tongue touched hers,
Teach Me, Step-Daddy (2)The morning light felt wrong.I stood at the sink holding a glass of water I didn’t want. I wasn’t drinking it. I wasn’t even really awake. My thumb traced slow circles along the rim, over and over, while I stared through the window at nothing. My head throbbed—not from alcohol, but from memory. Not blurred memory either. I remembered every second.Every word.I remembered the weight in Cal’s voice when he told me not to say those things. I remembered the edge in his tone, how it fought with something rougher hiding underneath. I remembered how close I got to him. The heat between us. The flash in his eyes when I told him I meant it. I hadn’t been drunk. I hadn’t been playing a game. I knew exactly what I was doing.And now he was gone.I hadn’t seen him all morning. I’d heard movement upstairs, faint, like he was pacing. Then nothing. Silence. The kind that felt stretched too tight, like the whole house was waiting for something to snap. It had been like that
First Night At A BDSM Club (4)He holds out his arm and I climb down off the table. The men lead me across the room to the St. Andrew's Cross. I hesitate a moment, then walk to it and turn, raising my arms and spreading my legs.The tattoo guy fastens my wrists above me, and the Kid cuffs my ankles
Threesome with the sexy stranger and my bestfriend! (PART ONE)••••••••••••••God, I needed to get laid.That was the only thought bouncing around my head as I stood in front of my full-length mirror, completely naked except for a pair of black thigh-high stockings. Fresh out of the shower, skin st
First Night at a BDSM Club (5)The three men stand in front of me, each of them controlling a remote to excite different parts of my body.Shaggy Hair stares at me, then turns and holds a palm up to the others. “Wait. Let me try something,” he says, voice low and controlled. He turns back to me, ey
First Night At A BDSM Club (6)“Fuck,” he breathes. “You feel like heaven.”I bite my lip, moaning as I sink fully onto him, completely impaled and utterly filled. We stay there, connected and still, our breathing syncing.Then his gaze flicks to my chest. His fingers move to the clamps still latch







