by Lexi Sinner
“I like the direction this is going. And combining Marty’s two favourite things in the world? Young pussy and jam donuts. This can’t be really happening Mart, can it?!”
“Whether it is or whether it’s not, less talk and more action buddy. You can take the lower half.”
Jason didn’t hang around as he bit his donut in half and squeezed its cream filled centred out, coating Elizabeth’s toes. He wrapped his mouth around each of them individually, cleaning them perfectly as he sat in a reversed position from her hips, looking down her body.
“What is it with you and feet my man?”
Jason merely smiled back up at Bill who was enjoying recording every moment of the action.
“Hey, Marty can you slide up a bit man?” Jason asked Marty. Marty moved up from Elizabeth’s neck, removing his cock from her mouth for her first moment of respite in a number of minutes. Jason slid his way up the woman’s body and positioned his already rock hard cock at the tip of her virgin pussy. He pushed the head of his cock in as Elizabeth thrashed against the two men, the feeling unbearable at first.
“Wow what have we got here gentlemen? A first timer?” he grinned broadly.
“You know it buddy, eager and willing to learn.” Bill replied as he zoomed in on Elizabeth’s contorted face as she breathed heavily, coming to terms with the invasion of her body.
“Well my friends, it truly is an honour.” He laughed as he slowly moved his cock in and out of her dripping wet pussy, allowing for a deeper thrust each time until he was balls deep inside her. She closed her eyes tightly as a tear rolled down one of her cheeks, her body coming to terms with the unique feeling as her pain turned to unrivalled pleasure. Jason’s cock was long and thick. After a few moments allowing for the virgin to adjust he began to slowly move in and out, penetrating her deeply as she moaned in pleasure through a mouthful of cream, jam and Marty’s balls. She arched her back and bucked her hips into the muscled stud as Bill went in search of another donut.
“Things aren’t going as smoothly as you’d like there are they buddy? Let me help a friend out.” He laughed as she emptied the donut of its creamed contents all over Jason’s cock as he continued to force it in and out of Elizabeth’s widening pussy. His cock began to slip in and out with consummate ease as cream splashed up onto his stomach. Marty removed his balls from her mouth and plunged his cock deep into her throat again as he began to buck wildly on top of her. Bill continued to film everything as he wiped dollops of cream from his wedding ring, licking his fingers clean after finishing the donut he had just exploded onto the grinding bodies. Jason began to reach full pace as he ploughed into the young woman unmercifully. He looked ahead of himself where he saw Marty’s butt cheeks clench up as he unloaded mounds of cum all over Elizabeth’s face, leaving it dripping from her chin as she finally allowed a long, high moan to escape from her mouth as Jason continued his unstoppable penetration. With his hard cock in one hand, Bill handed his phone to Marty who had stepped down off the desk and was beginning to towel himself down, removing all traces of sweat, cream and jam from his perfectly sculpted body.
Bill climbed onto the table and quickly inserted his already pre-cum leaking cock into Elizabeth’s befouled mouth. She took it expertly and ran her puckered lips around it, driving Bill into a sensory overload. He had been waiting for this moment all day as he grabbed the back of her head and started pile driving his throbbing shaft deep into her throat, with Jason continuing his unrelenting pounding below. Just as before, Jason watched as his buddy’s ass clenched before him and Bill too, destroyed the woman’s throat, shooting two streams of cum into her mouth, before unloading a further four onto her face, leaving her panting with sheer exhaustion.
“My God, are you ever going to finish up down there?” Marty exclaimed as Jason’s thrusts continued to increase in power and speed. He winked across at him as he gritted his teeth, preparing for his final moments of assault. The veins in Elizabeth’s neck began to visibly pop as Jason continued with five more long, powerful thrusts before he unloaded his seed into her previously untouched pussy. It dripped down the inside of her thigh, mixing with the cream and jam, just like on her face. Jason dropped his chest down onto her breasts and bit her neck hard, leaning into her ear and whispering:
“Hurts, donut?”
On the other side of the room, Bill had removed his credit card from his wallet and was in the middle of booking four first class tickets to Vegas for the next flight out.
“How much do we owe you for the snacks?”
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TEMPTATION TALES
Story 7
They'd been high-school sweet hearts. The kind of lovey-dovey, sappy, ooey-gooey couple everyone seems to roll their eyes at. Two innocent love birds.
Young Riley and his beautiful girlfriend, Sarah Silke. A name he often liked to repeat while running his hand over her smooth, untouched, and of course, silky body. Even though the two had been technically dating for years, the pair had never done much in the way of naughty-naughty business. A pair of inexperienced, nervous, and unsure lovers they were. Aside from a little peck on the cheek or daring hand hold here and there... and that one time Riley accidentally grazed Sarah's breast with his hand, and he did (just for a moment) get the urge to explore further – yet nothing had come of this.
They were left to fantasize about one another. Dreaming of lusty encounters while touching themselves at night. The usual routine for chaste couples. Though this would soon change, and quite shockingly so... as Riley and Sarah planned for a journey to return home from college for a little break. The early twenty something year olds were going to be staying at Sarah's family home.
A place where her mother (a lusty woman with full, bountiful boobs and a sumptuous rump) eagerly awaited their arrival with her taboo thoughts and endless powers of seduction...
She knew a man couldn't wait forever to be pleasured...
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“Anything I need to say?” Riley asked with a playful smile, as he nudged Sarah in the ribs.
They were sitting outside in Riley's car only moments away from meeting the parents after such a long delay.
“...Or not say!” He laughed.
“No... No,” Sarah repeated with a wistful glance at her childhood home. “I'm sure you'll find some way to embarrass me one way or another.”
“Sounds good to me, honey-scoops!” Her boyfriend replied, planting a kiss on her warm cheek.
“Just like I said...” Sarah rolled her eyes.
The lovers hopped out of the car and approached the main house entrance, walking down the well-cared for sidewalk cutting a straight line to the door.
Knock. Knock. Kno--
And before Sarah could even get the third knock off, there came a sudden jostling of the doorknob and a moment later... it was flung wide open!
“Hello!” Sarah Silke shouted with glee.
“Baby girl!” the woman, Mrs. Silke, standing the doorway responded with a sultry voice.
It was here that young Riley appeared to be the only one without anything to say. As he simply stared on, gawking at the heavenly body of his girlfriend's mother. The way it stood out in bold relief, backlit against the beams of light behind her, emanating from the home.
How magnificent her curves were... the more than ample breasts, stuck in a low-cut top with more than a dash of cleavage exposed for the young man to see. And how her beautiful, feminine face called to him. A little mature vixen, she was.
The young, untouched man immediately felt a jolt of excitement shoot down to his nether regions. The spark of life, willing his strong member to life. He hesitated for a moment, unsure whether or not he'd be able to keep it down. What an awkward greeting it would be... bumping his boner against the upper thighs of his girlfriend's mother. And yet it appeared to be a likely scenario!
And he hadn't even see her mouth-watering ass yet!
Please god... Riley sai
d to himself. Don't turn around... please god! Those big milf tits are bad enough on me!
“Uh, Riley?” Sarah called out when she finally realized that the lad had remained motionless.
“Yes, Riley!” the elder Mrs. Silke chimed in, moving forward with her arms extended for a hug. Those large, enticing breasts growing ever closer to his wanting love pole.
He had forgotten just how beautiful, just how tempting and arousing Mrs. Silke was. And though he'd never admit it, there was more than one night that he relieved himself while thinking of his girlfriend's mature mother. The way she simply exuded sex appeal. And of course, the revealing clothing didn't hurt either.
Yet there she was... those toned arms encircling his upper body just as the large mommy jugs pressed firmly into his own chest. Riley fought every urge in his body to resist the temptation to look down, but in the end, he was overpowered by the allure of her perky breasts. And in truth, he didn't even care if Sarah caught him looking. He just had to have a peek. And so he did...
“How have you been, love!” Mrs. Silke whispered into his ear, leaning back a bit to look into his eyes.
Riley's eyes were still glued to the spheres of feminine perfection. And by the time he didn manage to look up in an effort to formulate some kind of response, it was too late. Mrs. Silke had clearly noted him casting his gaze at the very presentable milk-makers. And shockingly to Riley... this apparently delighted the woman, as a wry smile slid across one side of her mouth and she herself even looked down at the breasts for a moment – as if to say, go ahead, Riley, I want you to...
“F—f-f-fine!” He stuttered out at last.
“Jesus, mom!” Sarah laughed. “Did you suffocate him with that hug? He can barely talk now!”
“No, no,” he smiled, “I'm just glad to see the family.”
“And I'm glad to see you... two,” Mrs. Silke replied, reaching down to grab the young man's hand. “Come inside?”
“Is dad home now?” Sarah shouted, running through the doorway. “Daddy!”
However, Riley's mind was already firmly fixated on another lewd thought. The simple phrase Come inside? Had rendered him speechless, once more. It's not often a sexy mother asks you to come inside her... and even if she didn't mean it that way, Riley stilled enjoyed fantasizing about it for the time-being. It certainly wasn't the only time such ideas had ran steamily through his mind.
“Come,” Mrs. Silke repeated, tugging on the lad's hand.
And it was here that she turned to pull him along – but in doing so, exposed her gorgeous MILF booty! That streamlined, yet sizable piece of meat! How curvaceous and stimulating... Each round, lickable half raising and lowering with each step she took. The crevice between those mounds, calling to his tongue, commanding and ordering him to lick her roughly and passionately in the same location... that familiar jolt of excitement once again filled Riley's nether regions as he stared on, biting his own lip to keep from screaming with delight. And he hadn't even gotten around to inspecting her inviting thighs yet, or the treat between them. What a torture this week was going to be...
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“This is a wonderful meal, Mrs. Silke,” Riley nodded, taking another bite of mashed potatoes.
The family – Sarah, her father (Dennis), and of course Mrs. Silke all sat around the large table situated in the middle of their lavish dining room. The adoring, dirty mother had prepared a wondrous feast for the newly arrived couple. It was one of her specialties. Home-cooked meals and lusty stares from across the dinner table.
“Christ, slow down Riley!” Sarah rolled her eyes. “You'd think this was the irish famine all over again...”
“Oh, you're very welcome Riley,” the elder Mrs. Silke smiled. “But, it looks like you could use a bit more gravy. Something tells me you like having lots of sauce.”
Gulp. Went the boy.
“Me, sauce? Well sure... I mean I've got quite a bit.”
“It's no problem,” the mature mother nodded, pouring a bit more onto his plate. “I love sauce too. Can't get enough of it. Big, thick, and creamy stuff is my favorite.”
“Uhh, ok, mom...” Sarah paused. “Let's not drown him with the freakin' gravy! We'll need a boat to paddle on out of here.”
“A boat, huh?” Her mother laughed. “I bet Riley has a nice big pole to help steer, so don't be too worried honey.”
The young man ceased all chewing as he dropped his eyes down to the table, his face growing ever redder. Big pole? He thought to himself. What on earth was this brazen hussy talking about! And the way she kept squeezing her elbows together at the table, accentuating those big milf breasts. He had some sauce for her alright...
“That's ok, mom... I think we'll just stick to the stairs. No need for Riley's big pole just yet.”
“Oh, that's right...” Mrs. Silke giggled to herself. “You've never had to use it yet, have you? All been smooth and dry sailing for you two, hasn't it?”
Mr. Silke, a mild-mannered man who preferred to think about facts and figures, didn't bother saying a word. He was busy working away on some calculations on his phone. His standard dinner etiquette.
“Excuse me?” Sarah said with a raised eyebrow. “Did you spike the gravy, mom? What on earth are you going on about?”
“Oh nothing, dear,” she laughed aloud.
By now, Riley's gaze had returned to the buxom chest of Mrs. Silke sitting across the table from him. And right on cue, there were those elbows of hers doing their damnedest to arouse the poor boy. At the rate this was going, in a moment, the table wouldn't be the only wood in the room...
The young man reached out for the tall glass of water – and chugged it down rapidly, gulping like a man dying of thirst. Only water wasn't going to quench what he lusted for. The only thing that could do that was a nice warm slit, preferably the one right between his girlfriend's mother's legs. He could, just now, spot the red bra that she wore beneath her shirt. A fancy sort of lingerie by the look of it. Not exactly standard dinner-wear. The sight of such a lascivious thing immediately sent Riley's horny imagination to work... as he pictured what her panties would look like beneath the tight pants Mrs. Silke had on.
Would they be red and lacey? Soft and cottony? Full coverage or thong wear? He hoped that they'd be bikini fit... enough for him to slide his hard cock under and hump back and forth across the smooth skin, watching his pre-cum drip out, being absorbed by the material. That was the fantasy he often had when thinking of the sexy Mrs. Silke. Being teased and tortured by the experienced woman.
But these were mere fantasies, weren't they? How would the mother of his girlfriend ever even consider such a thing? Sure, she might be a drop-dead gorgeous MILF... but so what? Riley was a horny, sex-starved young man. Of course he'd think every gesture and motion she made was intended to seduce him. How could he not? With the pipes back up so thoroughly... it was a miracle he didn't drop his pants right then and there to jerk himself off onto those marvelous milk-jugs of hers. She was better than any pornstar he'd ever seen. Sexier than any girl he'd ever witnessed. The way she could make his heart thump like an excited rabbit's foot... not even the youthful Sarah, his own hot girlfriend, could do such a thing.
Though she was nubile and fresh, the daughter lacked a certain flair for sexuality that her mother seemed to possess in mountainous heaps and great waves of carnality! A pretty ornament to look at, but lacking the true capabilities to fill his needs. She might learn in time. And he did love her.
However, anytime Mrs. Silke was in the room, or even mentioned, Riley was immediately transported to another time and place... one where his cock remained forever hard and her legs forever spread.
“Who's up for some dessert?” The mother suddenly shouted, brushing her leg against Riley's underneath the table. “I could sure use some hot cream tonight,” she winked with another squeezing of her elbows. And dear lord, she could probably provide all the milk too...
Yes, this was going to be an interesting week ind
eed...
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“Did my mom seem to be acting a little weird tonight?” Sarah Silke asked her now very wide-eyed boyfriend.
“Weird?!?” He blurted. “Of course not, why!”
But the damage had already been done. Young Riley felt the rush of eagerness fill his pants once more, causing the underwear tighten around his aching love pole.
“Yeah, she was like... I don't know,” Sarah paused, rubbing the back of her neck in an awkward fashion. “Flirting with you or something?”
“Hmm,” Riley gulped... a bead of sweat already forming on his brow – as he envisioned the older woman's natural cleavage and all the wonders lurking beneath that red bra. “I didn't notice anything. Maybe she was just trying to be friendly for our visit?”