Indiscretions Vol. I
Indiscretions

Excerpt

Excerpt from CAUGHT:

Kevin crawled around the bedroom dressed only in his Jocko's briefs. At twenty-nine, he was at an age where he could get away with wearing Jockos without requiring the little old ladies in the neighborhood to use eye bleach if they ever caught sight of him. Those little old ladies would cluck like the hens they were if they saw him crawling on all fours around Betsy Palmer's bedroom while her husband was at work. Kevin often had nightmares of Dean walking in and catching them together; Betsy with her bony ankles locked around his waist, him with his hairy ass up in the air, giving Dean the "I'm boinking your wife" salute. Despite that fear, Kevin was a thrill-seeker, just like Betsy, so they chose to carry on many of their trysts in her bedroom, just because of the high danger quotient.
What excited Kevin about Betsy was that she was a hot forty-seven to his twenty-nine. When he moved in next door, and saw her luscious ass as she leaned over in her garden pruning deadheads off of her daisy patch, he knew he’d found some prime cougar meat. It had been a dream of his to sink his teeth into a cougar, but he’d never met one until the Lust Gods dropped Betsy in his lap.
He knew where Betsy hid because she always hid in the same place. The fun was wondering what she was or was not wearing. Betsy was loads of fun, which was one of the reasons Kevin liked her so much. She was Hell On Wheels in the sex department, but he had a soft spot in his heart for her. And a hard spot on his dick for her.
He tiptoed to the closet door, and rapped his bare knuckles on the wood.
"Polo!"
Betsy giggled.
"Olly olly oxen free! I want you to come on me!"
Betsy laughed.
"Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he! With a cock for his wife and a fuck for his slut and a suck for his minstrels three!"
Betsy snorted.
Kevin flung the door open. Betsy squealed and jumped in his arms. She wore a black crotchless teddy and fishnet stockings. She pressed her full breasts into his face. While her breasts drooped a bit with age, there wasn't much fat on her body, which was tanned and toned. Her tummy was a bit soft, but Kevin liked the feel of her soft flesh beneath his fingers. It was obvious she worked out. Kevin wondered if she had a little nip here and a little tuck there, but he was too polite to ask. His cougar just celebrated her birthday, and she was hotter than a fried egg on a steaming car hood during the Dog Days of August.
"My, aren't you the little slut? Love the outfit. Did the tits come with it?"
"The tits go where I go. You better love it; you bought it for me."
"Let me break it in."
He carried her to the bed. Both of them landed so hard on the mattress that Betsy's perfume bottles jangled on the dresser. She let out a laugh that sounded like a mule braying; Betsy was not known for her decorum. Kevin didn't care because all he was interested in was sticking his rock hard wang in her hot, sticky cooze. And she wanted him so bad she could taste his jizz before he even shot it in her mouth.
Kevin grabbed her tits and bounced them together like croquet balls. Betsy pushed him out of the way with one stockinged foot. She pressed both hands against Kevin's chest, and shoved him onto his back. She reached for the metal tin on her bedroom dresser. Bottles of scented and flavored oil sat on that dresser within reach of any of Betsy's fantasies. Right now, she had a Blowjob Goddess fantasy.

Excerpt from WILD CHILD:

The raccoon coat slid to the floor. The outfit was new. He had never seen it before. She wore a crimson corset that left her breasts bare and ready for his eager lips. Crotchless panties filled out the costume. Her glistening pussy enfolded a remote controlled butterfly vibrator. When did she buy that? I didn't get it for her. Wouldn't it be a hoot if Dean bought it? Or a fuck buddy I don't know about?
She placed a small box on the bedroom dresser, and turned a knob. The butterfly hummed against her clit. She was ready for some action.
At the sight of her red public hairs playing "boo" with him, his dick got hard again. With his dick going up and down, hard and semi-soft, he had an aching case of blue balls. Only Betsy could relieve his distress.
She tore at his t-shirt. He pulled it over his head, and tossed it on the floor. The jeans came off next. With one hand, he twirled the Jocko around over his head, and tossed it across the room. Naked and standing at attention, he lay on the bed, ready for her to ravish his body.
"Are all these toys for me?"
"You bet. Use whatever you want."
She grabbed the bottle of warming lube, and held up one of the ginger plugs.
"Let's play proctologist."
"You make it sound so clinical." He turned over on his back.
He felt lube drip down the crack of his ass. At least she had the decency to warm it up in her palms before letting it drip on her skin. Her breath blew on him, warming the lube as she rubbed it into his ass and around his anus. That warmth was a good feeling, and he wanted more of it. He scooted up the mattress a bit so that his asshole would be more accessible to her. She rubbed the plug along the edge of his anus, teasing his tender skin but not inserting the plug.
The plug slowly slid into his rectum. He clenched his muscles around it, waiting for the heat he wanted so badly. Figging was new to both of them, although they had read about it months ago on the Internet. As Betsy said, if they read it on the Internet, it must be true.