All Chapters of 30 WILD EPIC SEXCAPADES COMPILATION’s.: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Grey's tail lashed with anticipation. Etta raised trembling hands to take control of the beast's throbbing, vein-rippled penis. The true proportions of the colossal prick were revealed. The fingers of both her hands failed to fully wrap around the fleshy girth. The bulging cock knob was easily as large as a grapefruit, and it was as if a pair of melons was concealed within his giant, dangling nut sack. A steamy heat seemed to radiate from the stallion's cock and balls, conveying an alarming aura of barely restrained power and stamina, eager to be unleashed. A lustful tremor shuddered through Etta's soupy-wet loins.Forcing that huge cock knob into her mouth was an obviously impossible task. So Etta pressed her lips onto the flared, fleshy tip, applying wet kisses and a wriggling tongue to pleasure the beast. Her delicate fingers skimmed down the length of the meaty shank, then back up. Grey's flanks shivered with delight. The little redhead's flickering tongue worked her way around to

"Ummm... as you wish," Zia replied, sounding disappointed. "Perhaps we will revisit the riding crop some other time." With a final tickle of the leather tip on Etta's trembling rectal pucker, she withdrew the whip and hung it back on the wall. Etta sagged in her restraints, breathing a sigh of relief.The Spanish girl turned to Philip. "You heard the Baron's daughter, stable hand. She requests her stallion.""Yes, of course!" Philip replied with a grin. "I assumed the colt?""Oh no," Zia corrected. "Miss Etta wants the draft horse, Grey."Philip's eyes grew wide. "Ah... You are certain? The draft horse is... muy grande... very large!" The stable hand gestured with his hands, demonstrating the length and girth. "The colt may be more to Miss Etta's... preferences?"Zia shrugged indifferently. "If the Baron's daughter would like both, we can accommodate her. Miss Etta, would you like the COLT AND the draft horse?""NO!" Etta snapped in protest. "Only Grey! That's all I agreed to!""You s

Stepping out into the courtyard, Etta and Zia were almost run down by a lad rushing by with an armload of firewood. A few sticks of kindling slipped from his grasp, clattering to the ground. Etta stooped to pick them up."A thousand pardons, Miss Etta!" the boy exclaimed."No worries, Todd," the redhead assured him, crouching down next to him as she added the kindling back onto his stack of wood. "Don't look now," she whispered, but that cute daughter of the gardener has her eye on you again.""Where?" Todd replied, starting to turn his head.Etta placed a finger under the boy's chin and turned him back to face her. "Behind you, across the courtyard. Don't look, you'll spook her away," she warned."She's not interested," the boy said sadly, his eyes downcast. "She never wants to talk to me.""Perhaps we can motivate her," Etta offered in an undertone. "Oh, MY!" she exclaimed, loud enough for her voice to carry across the courtyard. "Such muscles you have, Todd!" She ran her fingers ov

I moved to the sofa and sat down close to the end with no arms. The material of the lower back was cool, and I could feel the top edge of the sofa back at my shoulder blades and my hot skin beginning to burn above that. I spread my arms along the back to show my cleavage. "Tell you what guys, let’s have a contest.""Yea," they chimed in with sly grins, looking at each other knowingly.I positioned myself, so the end of the sofa left room for one of the boys at the end. "OK, Larry, you sit here," I suggested, patting the end edge of the sofa without an arm. "And Eric can sit on this side." I looked across the room, smiling at them and sticking my chest out. In my mind, I had accepted I would fuck them both. I was past caring about tomorrow or the future. I wanted a young hard cock inside me.Larry was on my left side and Eric on my right. When I first arrived at the house, this would have felt uncomfortable, but now it seemed so right. My pussy was throbbing, my nipples were standing v

Jasper’s POVOnce I had discovered masturbation, the switch had been flipped, shit! I did it at least two or three times a day. I swore it was going to fall off from being jerked so much. Needless to say, sex became a preoccupation of my every waking fucking moment. Be real, what eighteen-year-old male doesn't spend half his life thinking of food and the other half thinking of sex?I had a routine where I would get home from school and head to my room to "do my homework", which, of course, required a relaxation session first. Ostensibly to help my concentration, or so I reasoned to myself.I remember the day exactly; it was a Tuesday. Mom always did laundry on Tuesday, but always in the morning while I was at school. The hormonal teenage brain rarely functions well, and when I threw my backpack onto my chair and headed for my bed to stretch out, the fact that there were still clothes on my floor, and my bed was not made, never entered my horny brain. My dick was hard from a full day o