Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 47

Over and over, he plunged his cock into my cunt. He fucked me so hard, driving into me with all the passion that a young man could give his woman. His balls thwacked again and again into my clit. Sparks flew through me. My snatch clenched on his dick, the silky friction burning between us.

The bed creaked as he pounded me so hard. I whimpered and groaned. My eyes rolled back into my head as he pounded me. Such wonderful rapture surged through me. I whimpered and groaned, letting his dick plunge over and over into me, embracing the pleasure of my young lover.

“Jesus, Mrs. Umayyah,” he grunted. “Jesus, this cunt is amazing.”

“Even compared to those sluts you normally fuck?” I groaned, pumping back into him, my ass smacking his crotch. My tits heaved beneath me, swaying in the silk nightie, my nipples drinking in the sensation as they rubbed on the fabric. “To all those tight, coed pussies you fuck?”

“So much better!” he groaned. “They're not my teacher. My married teacher! Jesus, I can't believe Faizel gets to tap this ass whenever he wants.”

“He does!” I moaned, squeezing my pussy down on his dick. “Oh, yes, just pound me. Just fuck me so hard. Make me explode.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped, my eyes rolling back into my head. “Oh, that's so hot. I'm going to explode on this dick. You're such a stud! Make me cum! Please, I need it!”

“Yes!” he snarled, his hands squeezing my hips so hard.

He pounded me like a jackhammer. He plowed into my cunt so hard. So fast. It left me dizzy. My eyes rolled back into my head. I whimpered as his cock reamed my cunt again and again. The pleasure swelled and swelled. Every plunge, every smack of his balls on my clit, brought me closer to exploding.

He groaned as he fucked my married twat. His hands moved, sliding beneath my nightie, pushing the silk up my body. I shivered at the strong feel of his hands and the silky caress of the nightie. My eyes rolled back into my head. I quivered and shuddered. My snatch clenched down so hard on his dick as I bucked back into him.

“Mrs. Umayyah!” he grunted. “Jesus, you're amazing.” His hands reached my swaying tits. He gripped them as he plowed me. “I'm going to explode in this cunt! You're so hot! So tight!”

“And you're so hung!” I moaned, clamping down on his thrusting dick, loving the feel of his young cock in me. “Fuck!”

My pussy exploded. My snatch writhed about his cock. It spasmed and convulsed. My eyes rolled back into my head as the pleasure surged through me. I shuddered and whimpered. I trembled, stirring my hips around, savoring the plunge of his dick into my cunt. I loved every moment of it. It was the best.

Rapture surged through me. My pussy milked his cock. He groaned, thrusting into my orgasming depths. The ecstasy swept through my mind. It washed across my thoughts and left me quivering in euphoria.

“Mrs. Umayyah!” grunted Carter.

“Cum in me!” I howled.

“Yes!”

His dick rammed into me. His cum flooded me. Hot jizz spilled into my depths. It spurted over and over, bathing my married cunt in his seed. I gasped, my cunt quivering about his cock, milking him. He groaned with each blast as he basted my pussy.

“Oh, damn, Mrs. Umayyah,” he panted as he shuddered. “Oh, damn, flip over. I want to watch those tits bounce as I fuck you.”

“Yes,” I groaned, loving young men and their stamina.

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Leyla Umayyah

At ten, Kimmy finally pretended to go to sleep. It was waaaaaay too early for her during our normal slumber parties, but we were both just so excited we couldn't fake it any longer. We'd spent hooouuurs pretending to watch romantic comedies and talk about boys, giggling and making loud noise.

Now it was time for the fun to begin.

“Mr. Myers,” I purred, slipping into his bedroom. He read at the bed, wearing a bathrobe, his face bathed in the light of his eReader, his room so dim. He set it aside and smiled at me. “Mmm, are you ready for this?”

“God, yes,” he groaned.

As I sauntered to the bed, I noticed the picture of his wife on the nightstand was lying facedown. While she was away on her business trip, her husband was getting barely legal cunt. Their daughter's cunt. And mine. Probably. Hopefully. But Kimmy was up first. This was her night.

I slipped naked onto the bed, his hands going immediately to my youthful breasts. He massaged my firm titties as I kissed him hard on the mouth, his goatee rubbing on my lips, tickling me like Daddy's beard would. My hands opened his robe as our tongues dueled. I groaned, loving the feel of his confident hands on my body. He knew how to touch a woman. His fingers rolled my nipples. My pussy grew wetter and wetter. I shuddered, knowing Kimmy lurked in the hallway listening to me make out with her father.

His right hand slipped down my body as I opened his robe. I found his naked form beneath. He kept in shape, working out at the gym or something, because he had a rocking body. I groaned, rubbing his hard flesh, his chest so smooth and hairless compared to my daddy's hirsute body.

I missed those manly chest hairs.

But then I gasped as his hand darted between my thighs. I whimpered into the kiss as he rubbed my juicy cunt. How long had it been since he'd touched pussy this young? Since he was in college thirty years ago?

I shuddered as he rubbed up and into my folds. We both groaned into the kiss, our tongues dueling. My hand found his cock. I stroked him, loving how thick he was in my grip. Kimmy would enjoy riding his cock. I whimpered when he thrust his fingers into my snatch.

My hot flesh engulfed his digits. I squeezed my cunt down on them, squirming and writhing. The pleasure rippled through my body. My heart thudded in my chest. I nibbled on his upper lip as he pumped his digits in and out of my snatch. His cock throbbed in my stroking hand, his precum flowing.

“Oh, Mr. Myers,” I whimpered as his fingers enjoyed me. “Ooh, yes, you like that, huh? Your fingers in my barely legal cunt?”

“Yes,” he groaned. “Jesus, this is really happening.”

“Yes, it is,” I told him, giving him a mischievous grin. “And I know just how to make this even better.”

“How?” he groaned.

“Do you trust me?” I asked, clenching my pussy down on his fingers. “Huh, Mr. Myers?”

“God, yes,” he groaned, his fingers thrusting so deep into me.

“Good, you're going to love this.”

I rolled away from him, which sadly meant his fingers popped out of my pussy. I shuddered as I stood from the bed and walked to his closet. I threw a glance over my shoulder as I sauntered to it, wiggling my naked ass for his pleasure, and loved the sight of him sucking my juices off his finger, savoring the flavor of my cunt.

Ooh, this was so much fun. I loved being a slut.

I opened his closet and, just as Leyla promised, I found his collections of ties. They were mostly dark, but a few were quite colorful. I grabbed the thickest looking one, sliding the silk through my fingers as I turned around.

“Going to tie me up so I can't touch you?” he asked.

“Ooh, I want you to touch me,” I purred as I sauntered back to the bed. “But it'll be so much fun if you can't see. Then you can pretend I'm Kimmy.”

“Holy shit,” he groaned and nodded his head.

“I thought you wanted to enjoy that naughty daughter of yours,” I purred.

He gave me a grin then shrugged out of his robe, throwing it to the side. His cock bobbed and swayed as I crawled onto the bed. I slid the tie through my fingers, stretching it taught to blindfold him. He didn't fight one bit as I tied it securely behind his head.

“Now no peeking or it'll spoil the illusion,” I said, sliding off his bed. I padded around it as Kimmy poked her head in, her blue eyes so bright. “I want you to think it's your daughter doing all those naughty things to you. Not me. I want you getting so excited for pretending your fucking her.”

“God, yes,” he groaned as he squirmed on the bed. “I want you so badly, Kimmy.”

Kimmy padded on silent feet across the carpeted room. Her small breasts swayed. She looked so cute. My pussy grew so wet. She handed over my phone. I held it my left hand, recording the video for mom while I slid my hands down my thighs, rubbing myself.