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“You certainly don’t look eighteen.You look like my mother” I chuckled “I’m not old” “Your master here is twenty five and if you ask me you guys will make a great couple”he grinned and my face turned sour.Master pretended to choke on his food. “Brother are you ok?”he grinned and his brother shot him a deadly glare. “Never mind.Bad joke”he shrugged it off and continued with his food. *** “Daniela”I giggled and hugged her. “Hi Xìng ér” “Hi Claire we are glad you are ok”

He parted his lips and Toussaint’s thick cum-coated fingers slid in, the warm saltiness of semen flooding his taste buds. “Fuckkk!” Toussaint rasped at the sexiness of the sight. After licking Toussaint’s fingers clean, Jace stood up, cock erect and facing him, then knelt down as ordered. “Take them off,” Toussaint ordered and Jace complied. Toussaint’s humongous cock sprang out like a viper ready to bite. Jace’s jaw dropped at the length and size of it. He’d seen cocks of various sizes but none like THIS. It was at least thicker than his wrist and longer than most.

She forced her gaze away from the hickey-mottled skin peeking out from Meredith's skin and her eyes immediately sought out her father. Killian threw back his head and let out a peel of full-bodied laughter filled with genuine amusement, breaking the awkward silence. "Uh, TMI, grandma," he managed once he had caught his breath, his eyes sparkling with mirth. Meredith shot him a glare that could have frozen hellfire. "Don't you 'TMI' me, boy. You have no idea what it's like to be on the receiving end of your grandfather's insatiable appetites. His black, thick, long, vain, and extremely hard dick goes places one's mind can never comprehend."

Her Dad has been trying to sleep with me, but he can't tell me directly because he sees me as a sweet innocent woman that would never do such a thing. News flasshhh!!! I help her with it anyways because why not? And before you ask how I know he wants to sleep with me.. you need to see the way he looks at me, it's terrifying. An couple minutes later there's another knock is on my door and it's her Dad coming to thank me for my help and takes Cassie back when she's done. I almost asked him to stay back so he can fuck me, but I remember I have a reputation to keep and not let everyone know I'm a sex freak, so I just wave them goodbye and eat my lasagna and go to sleep.

My husband would make me spread my legs, hand trembling, asking me to finger myself while he brought in another whore and fucked her right in front of me. “You’re so old, Olivia,” he sneered one night, dipping the girl’s head to take his cock in her mouth. She gagged around him, moaning and choking, and I couldn’t stop imagining it was me. My hands ached to take him, to feel him inside me again, but I was forced to watch. “Can you even ride a cock now?” he taunted, eyes on me. “Or have you gotten so lazy you can’t even spread those legs wide enough?”

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

Dad offered. “You were a police officer?” I asked, looking at grandpa. “A detective, yes. A long time ago. It’s how we met.” grandpa smiled, reaching over to take grandma’s hand. “How did you meet? And why does it sound like grandma was getting arrested?” I asked. “Oh, she was getting arrested. Public indecency. She and a bunch of her free love types decided to have a protest orgy on the lawn of a capital building where they were voting on a law that would limit access to birth control.” Grandpa laughed.

I followed him everywhere like a lost puppy. On one of his visits, which was during the Halloween season, he told me a particularly chilling story about his teen years at fifteen. Grandpa loved to tell me scary stories and there was nothing I liked more. It was our thing. I’m older now, and I have a husband and children of my own, but I wanted to relate this story to those who can appreciate the eternal love grandparents have for their grandchildren, and I promise you, if you stay until the end, you will be rewarded. My Grandpa’s story began like this:

It was so wild. My cherry popped. I squealed into Mother's sweet pussy as Grandfather's mighty cock penetrated into my cunt. I shuddered in delight as he stretched me out. Waves of heat rushed through my submissive body. I quivered, the rope squeezing about my flesh. I was held tight by it as he reached deep into me. "Damn," Grandfather groaned. I tongue mother's pussy, so eager to be a good sex slave. I clamped my cunt down on Grandfather's dick. He drew back his cock. I whimpered, the heat rushing through me. It was so incredible to have his mighty, incestuous cock in me.

Uncle Kilton was single at 53, I remembered I was in High school when his wife died with pregnancy. My first older men adventure when when my maths teacher caugh me touching myself after school in the bathroom, and we had hell of a time banging and fucking each other. Since then, my uncle became my next catch. We started with the ta,king stage last week, and this week, Mum left to visit my grandmother on how to settle the issues with Dad. Today was the day, last night we could barely do anything, but today... I skip cheerleading practice I loved so much.