Breeding Erotica Mega - Bundle : 12 Pack (First Time Erotica Age Gap Erotica Collection)

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They might have been in their mid teens, but both girls looked like they were in their early college years. I knew that ahead of time, of course. I’d watched them grow up, wrestling with them and giving them horsy rides and telling them stories and all that. Sweetheart," I whispered, making her look me in the eyes. "Are you getting wet for me? Does my little girl like when her man touches her?" I held her hand and led her over to the couch, not giving her any time to second guess her decision, even though her nerves were visible as she sat. I came up to her side and cuddled in much closer than on the bench. She was in my territory now. Excuse me, but is this seat taken?" Aurora asks, her voice as enchanting as her appearance. Sebastian looks up, his eyes meeting hers. A small smile plays on his lips as he shakes his head, gesturing for her to take the seat next to him.

I had finished my work and was jumping rope, in my never ending attempt to keep the voluminous amounts of alcohol that I consumed from reaching my waistline, when Mandy came in. She just sat in a chair and watched me.

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I stood and held her hand as she sat down, then followed suit. She seemed less afraid of me, and wasn't shying away as I spread my thighs to touch her crossed legs. I put my arm over her shoulder and she scooted towards me as if this was the natural way we should sit together.

on my iMessage as if she was about to send something, but my shy fawn couldn't get herself to, which was fine with me. The elevator dings, signaling their arrival, but they barely notice, lost in their shared passion. As the doors open, they break apart, their breaths coming in short gasps. They share a heated look, their desire for each other evident in their eyes. Hand in hand, they step out of the elevator, ready to explore the fire that has ignited between them. The story begins on an island off the coast of Georgia where people have built primarily vacation homes. I bought a beachside duplex down there which I lived in while I worked from home on my computer. I rented out the other side to various vacationers, which paid the mortgage. We had a low-key celebration of Beth’s seventeenth birthday. Her parents had given her an envelope and told her not to open it until her birthday. It had five hundred dollars in it. She asked to borrow the car and went off to spend her money. Mandy said she was going to lie out in the sun and I got some work done.She gripped my hairy forearm, which was exposed from my rolled up sleeves, and her tiny hands could barely wrap around it. I whipped it off and threw it on the floor; her cries didn't mean shit to me. I unzipped my pants and shimmied down my jeans with my free hand. Sadie was whimpering and shaking under me but I kept her wrists held tight. I don't even think I needed to, though, she knew she wasn't going anywhere. As the night deepens, so does the intensity of their conversation. Aurora takes a sip of her Sidecar, her hazel eyes never leaving Sebastian's. "You know," she begins, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper, "I've always found older men to be... incredibly attractive."

Ummm... no, Mr. Peterson. I don't have a boyfriend, nor do the boys chase me. They think I'm weird because I'm quiet and my parents are really religious and strict. I'm sort of an outcast..." Awww, Sadie," I consoled. "Well I'd be chasing after you, that's for sure. You wouldn't be able to keep me away from you." Sebastian's smile widens, "Mine too," he replies, "I appreciate Austen's timeless understanding of human nature." Aurora smiles, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "I would," she replies, her voice barely above a whisper. Aurora steps out of her dress, her fingers moving to unclasp her bra. It falls to the floor, revealing her pert breasts and hardened nipples. She hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, sliding them down her legs and stepping out of them.This is another example of me seeing someone else’s “recipe” and wanting to cook it myself. Unfortunately, the story snippet I found in my files didn’t have the author’s name on it, so I can’t give credit to whoever had the original idea. But, as happens a lot, I altered the “recipe” a bit, putting my own spin on it. I told her very sweetly, but make no mistake, I told her. This wasn't a question. Much to my delight, she responded with a meek, "yes, Mr. Peterson."

Sebastian trails kisses down her body, his lips lingering on her breasts before moving lower. His hands roam her body, tracing the curves of her hips, the softness of her thighs. He can feel her shiver beneath him, her breath hitching as his lips move closer to her center. We live on a cul-de-sac with a garden in the middle, which is exactly where I found my little fawn. She was sitting peacefully on a bench under the trees, away from street lamps and other prying eyes. I walked over to her and tried to crunch some leaves to make myself known. I put the girls in the spare bedroom, where they shared the queen bed with no problem. Apparently, I was considered to be immediate family, because at night they often ran around in T shirts and panties, as if I was at their house, instead of them being at mine. Breakfast was often eaten in the same garb. Much of the rest of the time they wore bikinis. Suffice it to say I had lots of fodder for my nightly masturbation sessions. To know that something I made would actually be enjoyed by other people to the point that they would buy it was so incredibly affirming and inspiring. It's been great having been able to share my passion for this kind of erotica and share not just the great works of others but my own to those who share my enjoyment. I wanted to make a place where a niche topic could have the kind of exploration and collection that I was always searching for, and I think in my small way I contributed towards that over many years of effort. For that I am happy to have helped bring happiness to others. Thank you, Mr. Peterson... But yes, they don't let me do anything. I haven't even made any friends yet."Sebastian, dressed in a tailored charcoal suit, is seated at the bar of the Pied Piper, his silver hair catching the light as he peruses the drink menu. His piercing blue eyes scan the room, taking in the scene with a quiet appreciation. I still hadn't dipped under to touch her bare pussy, but I figured I needed to take it slowly, at least for now. To be honest, I didn't really want to finger her. I wanted her cunt to be pristine -- untouched -- when I stretched it open for the first time.