1. The Kinky Cougar's Quest for a Teenage Chipolata


    Date: 9/9/2015, Categories: Taboo, Author: uber_cougar, Rating: 17, Source: LushStories

    looked him in the eye. “I bet you enjoy wrestling. I bet you love having a wrestle with your friends.” “I'm sixteen. Sixteen-year-olds don’t play wrestle, Diane; it’s lame.” You won’t be saying it’s lame when my legs are wrapped around your head and my soppy wet clam’s dribbling puss juice all over your face, I thought. “Come on. Don’t be a spoilsport. Let’s have a wrestle.” Before he could protest, I pounced on him and got him in a headlock. My right tit was mashed against his face as I held him in place and slipped a hand up his top. A shrill cry of pleasure tore from his mouth when I tweaked and twisted his nipples and tickled his tummy. He was squealing with delight and thrashing and writhing with sheer excitement and elation, so I walked him through to the lounge and released him from the headlock, giving him a chance to retaliate. My eyes lit up as I caught a brief glimpse of the bulge at the front of his shorts, his erection tenting the fabric and pointing straight at me. Judging by the size of the bulge, I guessed his willy to be four inches long. I licked my lips in anticipation. After all, I liked my sausages small and cute, and Danny seemed to be packing a delicious chipolata. Before he made a move, he kicked off his flip-flops and tugged off his shirt. Wearing nothing but a pair of shorts, he came at me like a freight train, eyes bulging, grinning like a madman. I cowered, turned my back and screamed. He pounced on me, eager hands pawing at my breasts through ...
    my blouse, groping, squeezing. Arms and legs wrapped tightly around my body, holding me in full body lock. He bounced his weight up and down, using his entire body weight to haul me downwards. Stumbling, I fell forward and hit the floor with a thud, the air exploding from my lungs. I wriggled onto my side and Danny mounted my body and lay on top of me. Writhing and thrusting his body against mine, his erection mashed and grinded over my upper thigh through our clothes. Grunting and squealing, he bumped and grinded his groin, thrashing his cock against my buttocks as though he depended on it. My skirt rode up to my waist, exposing the flesh of my thigh and frilly black panties, as he thrust himself against me. Even though my body tingled with sexual delight, it wasn't enough; I wanted to feel his cock touching my body, some real skin-on-skin action. Reaching down, I gripped the elastic waistband of his shorts and tugged, exclaiming, “Come on, Danny, release the beast.” Then a loud, booming voice interrupted our frolicking. “What the bloody hell’s going on here?” Danny and I froze, our heads snapping up in direction of the voice. It was my husband, Danny’s father, Dave. Danny and I both sprang to our feet. Dave gasped as his eyes darted between my unbuttoned blouse and the bulge at the front of Danny’s shorts. “What on earth are you doing?” he asked, sounding astonished, a look of sheer disbelief on his face. Then, pointing a finger at Danny, he said, “Why has he got stiffy?” ...
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