1. The Legacy, Chapter 1: Three Oaks


    Date: 4/14/2016, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: stormdog100, Rating: 21, Source: LushStories

    the feel of her, the softness, the heat, the aroused hardness of her jutting nipple. He took it gently between his thumb and forefinger, through the fabric of her dress, and softly pinched it, slightly twisting, and she gasped and made a soft little moaning sound. When she rose up on one elbow and used both hands to unbuckle his pants, and to unbutton him and lower his zipper, he voiced no objection. When she reached in and found his hard cock and squeezed him he didn’t object, and he didn’t object when she freed his erection and brought it out into the soft lamplight where she could look at his thick, dark cock, swollen and rigid with arousal. She admired his thick penis, stiff and throbbing, loved the velvety softness of the thin, delicate skin over his hard shaft, the pulsing veins, and she gently touched and toyed with his soft, slippery foreskin, something her circumcised husband lacked. He wasn’t huge, perhaps only an inch or so more than Robert’s usual six inch erection, but he was thick, much thicker, and dark, and his balls were heavy in their soft sack. She reveled in the satin feel of his soft foreskin as she slid it back and forth over the plum-sized purple head of his penis, and she watched a tiny droplet of clear, slippery pre-cum gather at the tip of him. When she leaned forward and took it from him with the very tip of her tongue he gasped, and when her warm, soft, wet lips closed over the head of his cock, and then slid farther down his aching shaft, he ...
    moaned softly. “God…Beth...” She was totally focused on the feel of him in her mouth, his thickness, his heat, the slightly salty, slightly musky taste of him, and the way his cock throbbed and grew. On another level she was aware of the rush of wet heat between her own thighs, of the slickness of her pussy and the growing need of her hungry sex. As his cock strained between her lips, she felt like her middle was becoming a molten pool of lust, her tiny panties inadequate to absorb the abundant wetness of her arousal. She let him slip from her mouth, stretching his supple foreskin with her lips before letting it slide free. She looked up into his face and their eyes met, though neither of them spoke, afraid to break the spell. She rose to her feet and unzipped her dress, wriggling her hips free and letting it drop to the floor. She stood before him for a moment in only her tiny panties, her nearly-naked body glorious and visibly aroused in the soft lamplight, and her heart racing as his eyes consumed her. His expression was rapt and full of wonder, his hard cock jutting up dark and virile from his lap, throbbing with arousal, leaking just a tiny bit. She again dropped to her knees between his legs, touching him before tugging at his pants, trying to pull them down his legs. He raised his hips obligingly, and she tugged them down, allowing his slacks and his black boxers to settle around his ankles. She unbuttoned his shirt, opening it and running her hands over his powerful chest, ...