Father's Sweethearts: Taboo Erotica E-Book

Misty Wolfe

• Herausgeber: Vintage Pulp Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Warning: This is a vintage hard-boiled full length, post-censorship erotic novel. This is bad stuff. Both bad meaning bad and bad meaning *good*. The story is so crazy, we can't even hive a proper description. Check out the free sample if you can.

Excerpt: 

"Oh, Dad, it's so good! Put it in all the way. I can take it all," Vickie was crying out as Dad fucked her for the first time.
Mother and I fondled one another as we watched Vickie's excited body move around on the bed, her ass pumping up to Dad to get all of his cock. Her big tits rolled around. And Dad was doing all right too. We had just broken the news to her, and Vickie was just as enthusiastic about everything as I had been. Perhaps a little more.
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Leseprobe

Father's Sweethearts

Misty Wolfe

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER ONE

None of us have any real reason to complain. We've got it made-a private beach estate with our own secluded swimming pool just north of Miami, a bank account that never runs under a five thousand dollar average, two late-model cars, and a sexy French maid who doesn't need to speak a word of English to turn anybody on.

It started out about two o'clock Saturday afternoon when the alarm clock rang. It didn't wake up Greg, my husband, because he had come home from a poker party at seven that morning, drunk and having lost eight hundred dollars. I don't remember too much about what the rest of the family had done the Friday night before. I think they had dates with people in town (which is really kind of cheating on our millionaire "keepers," because they expect us to be here for their exclusive enjoyment all the timemore or less).

As for myself, I had wanted to finish a good murder-mystery book I was reading, and then look at the Late-Late Show on our new color TV. Sure, I felt sexy. I always do. But never call me a nymphomaniac! Call me oversexed, bisexual, perverted, even a cocksucker or a cunt eater. But it's my eighteen-year-old sister Vickie who's the real nympho in the family. And she couldn't get enough sex with me that night. It was only when I made her agree to eat me once for every time I ate her, that I began to like it. Oh, she's got a body all right. A little chubby, but all in the right places.

Vickie weighs 189 pounds, but it's distributed out to about 38C-25-39, and she's five-three. She has a thing about me, being her older sister at twenty-one and very blonde and weighing only 126 pounds, an inch taller than her, and measuring 36-24-36. She can put one of her big nipples in my cunt and actually screw me with it. And there are times she can turn me on more than anybody. I introduced her to sex with girls when she was a lot younger, so maybe I have only myself to blame. Men like her. They love that big, firm ass and thighs and the crazy titties. But I think I'm sexier. Maybe I'm as conceited as my husband is.

Greg was a stud when I met him, but he wasn't for men. He hustled women, and the ones around Miami with the big bankrolls love him. I can take him or leave him. Well ... maybe I should be more honest. Sex with a lot of people can be good, but Greg is something else. The big thing about him ... is his thing! It's eleven inches long and damn thick. A lot of women get nervous and tighten up on him and can't take it. But I know more than one good-looking chick about thirty to thirty-five who'll pay him a hundred bucks or more just to lay in bed with him and play with it and suck it. Eleven inches is abnormal! But what a cock to eat!