Yearning For Group Loving: Taboo Erotica E-Book

Dr. Gerald Leach

• Herausgeber: Oyodeo Divalium
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Excerpt:

"Hell, ain't nobody gonna rape you," one of them, a short stocky boy with curly black hair, said. He was leaning against the wall, a half-filled bottle of whiskey clutched in one hand. He waved the bottle at her, then staggered drunkenly away from the wall, coming toward her. "We ain't gonna rape you. We just gonna fuck you. Have a drink and join the party."

She stepped toward the door, but the other two, both drunk, both grinning at her, were there to block it. She turned to look back at Ron, the one she had fucked, hoping that the pleasure she had just given him might have earned her some help.

Leseprobe

Yearning For Group Loving

Dr. Gerald Leach

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER ONE

At the moment, the acne-faced boy on the second floor was standing in front of his mirror jacking off. It'll take him all day, Lana thought as she watched the skinny boy romance his long and skinny cock. Unless his mother catches him again!

She recalled the last time she had watched and he got caught in the act. His mother had entered the bedroom and was shocked to see what he was doing, smacked his bare ass and scolded him, then took him by the ear to the bathroom (which also had a window on the court). There the mother, who reminded Lana of a stern schoolteacher, made him bend over the bathtub and hold that position while she prepared an enema. The tender treatment his mother gave his ass was Lana's first clue that the old broad was getting her jollies from all this. like the way she meticulously applied the Vaseline to his buttonhole; slow, delicate applications all around it, and a slow invasion with her finger that twisted and lingered there much too long, in Lana's opinion. Then she separated his cheeks with the thumb and index finger of her left hand and delicately inserted the bulb-type syringe nozzle. As she squeezed, both faces seemed to glow. She repeated this four or five times, then didn't bother to fill the syringe any more, just knelt there looking up his ass and sliding the enema nozzle in and out of the tight opening. Bruce finally grabbed his cock and delivered his come into the tub, and his mother seemed to sigh with what Lana was certain was an orgasm of her own.

Just thinking about the bathroom scene created a dampness in Lana's bikini panties. She slid a hand up the short miniskirt and checked. A small circle of moistness greeted her fingertips. Sweet dew, she thought, and oh, so nice. Her fingers moved inside the sheer panties to touch the burning lips of her virgin cunt. Mmmmmmm! She closed her eyes and drank in the pleasure the touch of her finger created.