Taken By The Well-Endowed Lord (Historical Smut With A Side Of Story) by Diana Quippley Read Free Book Online

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

Come Together, Right
Now
     
     
     
     
    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...
     
    ***

***
     
    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