“Fuck me…” Roxanne was repeating rapidly under her breath. “Fuck me… fuck me…”
And so Carrie did just that – pushing that debauched finger in, kissing Roxanne on the lips, and grinding her own wet cunt on the girl’s leg. She penetrated that pussy over and over, gliding against the walls, pleasuring Roxanne beyond her wildest imagination – all the while, that young woman’s head was filled with fantasies of Carrie’s first sexual encounter, feeling her boyfriend’s cock banging into her virgin pussy.
“He fucked me, just like this,” Carrie moaned. “He fucked me so good, sexy girl. Just like this!”
She continued to ram her finger inside with an ever increasing pace. Roxanne’s body began to quiver uncontrollably. The girl was losing her mind, driven mad with lust. She was approaching the point of explosion. Just thinking about having that cock inside her was enough to bring about an orgasm – but Carrie’s skillful finger and sensual lips certainly didn’t hurt – not to mention her own pussy being pleasured on the young woman’s thigh, grinding steadily along, rubbing her clit on the skin.
Nothing but loud gasps and heavy sighs could be heard. A quiet squishing noise each time Carrie drove her finger forward.
“He rammed his cock in me so good, sexy girl,” Carrie whispered, feeling herself near the point of cumming. She couldn’t help but relish the idea of orgasming on the daughter of her best friend. To feel her own liquids burst out, set free onto the bare leg. But she focused on fingering the young girl, desperate to be her first.
“God yes, Carrie! Did he cum in you?” Roxanne whined, so close to finding her relief.
“Yes, sexy girl,” Carrie whispered. “He came in me so hard, I could feel that sperm rocking my world. He filled me with so much cum, I was overflowing for a week.”
“Do it to me, show me…”
And so Carrie found the rhythm she had been searching for. She inserted that finger again and again, at the perfect pace, and the perfect place.
“Oh my god!” Roxanne exclaimed. “Am I cumming? I’m fucking cumming, Carrie! Don’t stop!”
The young woman’s legs tensed from hip to toe. She braced herself against the couch, losing herself in the pleasure of it all, and at last… Roxanne felt the sensation she had been wishing for! A sudden, powerful and intense orgasm – a burst of incomprehensible satisfaction overtaking her wildly spasming body – a look of pure elation written across her face. She bit her lip once again, blinded by the sheer release of it all. Roxanne could feel her juices rushing out of the still quivering southern lips… a sensation that didn’t end for at least half a minute, as Carrie continued to rub her fingers in and out, stroking the clit with her thumb.
And it was while staring down at this picture (the quivering mistress with her cum dripping out onto the couch) that Carrie felt her own pussy erupt with pleasure, grinding along the leg of Roxanne. She rocked long and hard, forcing herself to hump the bare leg, leaking her own love liquids down onto the flesh, moaning loudly as she did so.
“Fucking hell!” Roxanne gushed, taking sight of Carrie’s lewd action. “Did you just cum?!”
“Just like that,” Carrie laughed as she fell beside her best friend’s daughter, seated on the couch. They plummeted deep into the cushions, out of breath and filled with bliss.
“Oh my god, Carrie,” Roxanne said at last. “That was amazing! Thank you so much!”
“No problem, Roxanne,” her friend replied. “But let’s just keep this between ourselves, shall we? We wouldn’t want your mother worrying about your newfound sexual freedom, would we?”
“No,” Roxanne smiled sinisterly. “So long as you keep giving me these lessons!”
“Hmm, well if you don’t mind letting this old gal teach you a few more!”
They shared a laugh together, before leaning in for a final passionate kiss.
The End
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Margo slid the fruit bowl across the table, giggling to herself.
“I'm not sure I should go first,” the mature woman smiled with a tilt of her head.
“And why not!” Lana replied with a grin of her own. “You've always talked about wanting to partake in these young, little treasures...”
“Yeah, you have!” Several of the other beautiful and busty mothers chimed in, nodding their heads in agreement.
Margo, the soft skinned and sexy MILF, simply cast her head down to the table with a sinister smirk. Those lusty eyes were glued to the fruit bowl – the one filled with bits of neatly folded paper – as she imagined which of the eager young cubs would be her first...
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The mothers of Maple Street were not so different than mothers everywhere else. They cooked, they cleaned, and they drove their children to soccer practice. They took the young ones to marching band shows, and they bought them tasty treats for nighttime binging. The mothers were pleasant, welcoming, and comely.
They were also really fucking horny... Really fuckin' horny!
The women were insatiable in their lusty desires. And to top it off, they were each amazingly gorgeous in their own unique way. Long blond, flowing hair on one of them. A short, cute bob on another. Or the luscious locks cascading down the raven-haired Margo, for example.
A few were rather on the bosomy side. Big, beautiful milf boobs just begging to be sucked and fondled! While others possessed more petite, perky breasts. The kind you could imagine running your hand slowly over and feeling the feminine temptation beneath your fingertips.
But, regardless of their appearance, one thing was certain when speaking of the mothers of Maple Street (aside from their extreme horniness) – they were creatures of pure sex appeal and endless seduction. The kind of head-turning sexpots that could not only stop traffic, but cause a 52 car pile-up... on the weekend. Their mature bodies had been responsible for more neck-cranks than a ring of professional wrestlers.
However, because they were mothers, and mothers living on Maple Street at that... the women were forced to curb their scandalous cravings. For years on end now, it had been a torturous attempt to remain presentable and up-standing. The moms had spent countless nights in agony, trying to combat the endless lust and sexual yearning they experienced.
It was the standard story. Once children are born, the sex life between a man and woman diminish – and the little kids begin to steal your time away, little by little, bit by bit. And while the mothers enjoyed their precious babies, it did not come without a cost. But, there was something new on the horizon for the mothers of Maple Street...
For today was a special day, a very special day indeed. It was exactly one month since all their children, the young boys and girls, had graduated from high school. All the mothers had watched those same precious little babies walk across the stage and grab that little slip of paper to commemorate the event. But, the horny mothers were more overjoyed by another piece of paper.
The paper of consent!
You see, each and every boy and girl of theirs had only just recently celebrated their 18th birthday. Young John, Johnny as they called him, was the latest to reach this milestone. A robust and athletic man, but rather on the shy side. He preferred keeping to himself. A bit on the nervous, and uneasy side you might say. He'd never kissed a girl, much less even held the hand of one, let alone actually dated a comely lass! But, his 18th birthday marked the last of the young men and women on Maple Street to pass into the age of adulthood.
It was just the day these horny, beautiful mothers had been waiting for...
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Margo sat at the table, surrounded by all h
er gorgeous friends – the mothers of Maple Street. She allowed her hand to rest on the smooth top, slowly inching its way toward the wooden fruit bowl at the center of the table. The one filled with those folded sheets of paper.
That sensuous smile hadn't left her face, not even for a moment. The other women stared on, eyes ablaze with eager anticipation, willing her to reach out and snatch one!
And here Margo's hand lifted into the air, moving ever close to the rim, but in a quick blur of motion she had waved away the idea.
“No,” she giggled. “I don't think it should be me first, should it?”
“Yes, of course!” One of the big-breasted moms nodded.
“Yeah! It was your idea in the first place, Margo,” another chimed in.
“Hey, that's right!” The others nodded in unison, looking around the room to gather support to the thought.
The idea they spoke of... was a naughty notion indeed – one which Margo did propose to the group of mothers on Maple Street. She, being one of the many unfulfilled housewives, had taken it upon herself to plan out a way to satisfy her delectable, dirty fantasies. While others may have been content to sit and let things be, Margo was no such lady! She was a mature woman with a strong will and a go-getter attitude. With her motherly duties now set aside, or greatly reduced as the case was, time had become increasingly available. This, as is well known, will allow the filthy mind to wander to every debauched and depraved corner of the brain!
Now, imagine a sex-starved woman who has been unfilled for years... picture such a horny, hot and hungry lady on the loose! The damage she could cause!
But, it was not damage that Margo had on the mind. It was more salacious than that, much more so in fact. The older woman began to piece together the wanton scenario a short while ago. One she managed to plot and plan in a single day, on a lazy and tempting sunday. Left alone to her own devices, the naughty mother devised a little lewd game for the mothers of Maple Street. It was this game which brought them together on this very day, in fact. The neighborhood moms, upon hearing the idea, had taken her up on the offer at once. It was that tantalizing! Truly irresistible! They had never heard of such a kinky and taboo game... yet this is exactly what drew them in!
The forbidden nature of it all...
You see, the full-figured Margo had always possessed a bit of a sweet tooth. A longing for the young ones, you might say. As she grew older in years, her desire for young, hot, untouched men and women only increased in intensity! She loved fantasizing about those virgin bodies... thinking of all the things she could teach and instruct them in. How magical and sexy it would be to take their most prized possession – that alluring purity.
To touch those nubile girls and those athletic boys in lewd and sensuous ways, all for the first time. The idea had weighed heavily on her mind for quite some time. But, it was the motherly duty that prevented her from straying. Since graduation though, all of that suddenly changed. She was free to explore and wander, to clamor and claw after her goal! And so she did... taking out a scrap of paper and jotting down her sordid idea. It was such an enticing notion, it really was! The way Margo had bit down lightly on her tongue, the one sticking out the side of her mouth, as she wrote the rules and whatnot of the game. She couldn't wait to tell all the girls about it...
How she had held the paper high and triumphantly in the air, reading it over again and again, making sure each rule and standard was set to perfection. It needed to be a flawless plan – and so it was! Margo danced about her bedroom, flitting in and out of the sunlight that shone in through the windows, picturing the nasty, filthy outcome of this little venture – all with that characteristic sinister smile of hers. That one with those plump, full lips being pulled to one side of her mouth as if she knew of something very important and arousing that was going to take place. An irresistible expression to all who witnessed its beauty.
Sadly, this smile had been hidden away for years and years. It was only on this lonely, yet awe-inspiring sunday that it resurfaced into the world – bigger and lewder than ever! The woman immediately felt her southern lips begin to moisten at the thought of actually partaking in this taboo fantasy. How wonderful and naughty it would all be... Virgins galore!
Prime, untouched cubs waiting to be snatched up by a voracious cougar! The winter had been long and harsh – devoid of any and all hunts, aside from a scrap or two tossed out by the distant husband. But now?
...Now the sun was rising, the horizon was alight with new and vibrant and hopeful rays of carnality! Margo was on the verge of a revelation. She felt it in every lewd inch of her body. The seductive, all-consuming thoughts.
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