She found the DVD by accident. She hadn’t been snooping; she’d been searching for her mother’s blue sweater, but her rummaging through the drawers of her parents’ bedroom led to an exciting discovery.
Francesca held the plastic case, transfixed by the printed images on the cover. She experienced a tremor of some deep, terrible, taboo in the pit of her stomach, as though a nerve had been touched. She knew about porn of course, although previously it held no interest for her, but the discovery of a secret stash stirred feelings within her and the spark of lust ignited with hot vehemence between her legs. Surprised by the heat in her pussy as it began to melt and throb, Francesca suddenly yearned to touch herself. The expressions of pleasure on the young models’ faces captured her imagination and she fantasised over how it feel be to be in their position. How would she feel to be fucked on film and for money? Read the rest of this entry »
The college semester seemed to be flying by. Our freshman boarder, Chad, has had a good year as have we. Chad’s doing well academically plus my wife, Jan, has taught him some very important lessons in their ’sex classes’.
He recently informed us Lisa has come into his life. Chad described her as beautiful, smart, outgoing, long red hair, and a big smile.
Both Jan and I were excited for him but also knew this met the end of our unique relationship. Jan would certainly miss teaching him and getting fucked so long and hard. I will miss the pleasure of knowing my wife is being totally satisfied plus his presence has added so much zest to our own love making. Read the rest of this entry »
My name is Tahmina, and I am a 39-year-old housewife. Despite being a mother of three teenagers, I could still turn heads. I am tall, very fair, with oily smooth unblemished skin, beautiful oval face, high cheekbones, and full lips. My beautiful big breasts are still firm, conical, extending out of my small frame with narrow waist and wide, big bums. My long hair is thick, oily, curly, soft, jet-black, and shiny. It reaches my thunderous smooth thighs.
I have been married almost twenty years to a loving man. I was nineteen and a virgin on my wedding day. Our marriage had been great at the beginning. The sex has been very good; we fucked two, three times a week. Read the rest of this entry »
For the next couple of days, I didn’t see Henry. I worried he felt guilty over our assignation. Henry was a gentleman, and I feared he felt as though he had taken advantage of me, which of course, wasn’t true. I seduced him, not the other way around.
As soon as the boys stepped onto the school bus Monday morning, I strode next door and rapped on Henry’s door. I knew he would be awake because his normal runs usually took place in the dawn hours. He opened the door, and I immediately caught the sheepish look that flitted across his face when he saw me standing there. Read the rest of this entry »
Mother, this woman was no more a mother, in the pure sense of the word, than I am. Jean was a very self-centered woman. She was always thinking of herself. Delivering my wife when she did at 31 was a terrible inconvenience for her. Calling her birth a mistake, or maybe it was her conception that was the mistake I can’t be sure which.
Be that as it may, she always had to be the center of attention, the best dressed and so on, you know the type. She knew what she was doing when she picked her outfits, which always seemed to accentuate her best feature, namely her breasts. A real set of heavy hangers, 38D. Read the rest of this entry »
“To understand this story, the reader should visit a prior submission, “Ivy’s Back Gets Washed” This is an addendum to that story, with another of my female neighbors.”
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I had been looking forward to an opportunity to get together again with Ivy Morris, this time to sink more than my fingers in her nice, warm pussy, but instead, she had been transferred out of the area so that opportunity never came about.
It was about a week after Ivy left that I had a phone call from her friend, Judy Watson, inviting me to her house for a drink. Since I had already had my quota for the day, I, as politely as I could, declined. She seemed disappointed, but ended our conversation with the, odd to me, expression, “Oh well, better luck next time.” Read the rest of this entry »
*Note:* “This story is true as best as I can remember back thirty-five years, with names and dates changes to avoid harming any one in the story. All people are at a minimum of eighteen years of years, most are older sexy, horny ladies that have no male in the house or husbands forget to take “care of their home duties.”"
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The Tuesday morning came with a bolt of lightening and thunder. I sat strait up in bed and looked out the window. It was just starting to rain and I was to go over to Peg Swenson’s house to work on her lawn. Well that was going to be a thing of the past, I thought I would be able to lounge around the house all day and rest up from the over active weekend my body and cock had be subjected too. Read the rest of this entry »
It’s one of those things some of us fantasize about but never expect to happen. Those of you who are married and have viewed your wife’s mother as someone you’d love to have sex with, but know it could never happen can relate to this story.
It began this last December, while the In-laws were here for Christmas vacation. I have had many fantasies about my wife’s mother. I’m not a fool and realized them for what they were, just fantasies. I never did expect anything to become of them. My wife and I have been married for almost twenty five years. Her mother is sixty three. Betty, (not her real name) was an inch or two shorter than my wife and over the years has added a few pounds here and there. Sadly to say it wasn’t in the breast department. Betty’s breasts were almost half the size as my wife’s breast and the extra pounds had settled on her hips and ass. Still, she was a pleasure to look at. Her jet black hair was showing more gray but her green eyes still shined brightly. Betty and I got along wonderfully. She has a great sense of humor and at times can be risqué, making sexual comments that would always get me to fantasizing. Read the rest of this entry »
Sunday morning I awoke next to Tory. Brianna must have already gotten up, but the thoughts of my threesome with them had me hard as I awoke. I rolled over to my side, toward Tory, and began to lick her nipple.
She immediately woke up and began stroke my hair as I kissed her aroused nipple.
“You enjoy last night,” she asked.
“You tell me,” I replied and moved her hand to my hard cock.
“I guess so,” she said. Tory began to stroke me as our lips met and our tongues danced passionately.
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It a lonely drive heading back to town, when I arrive home, Lynn is out in the yard rolling away the garden hose. Standing up she asks, “How was your swim today Colin.”
“I do not want to talk about it at the moment.”
“Why, you can tell me,”
Thinking quickly I tell her a lie. Looking down at the ground where she turned over the soil, I tell her, “Well for one thing the bloody car broken down half way along Millers and I had to wait for over three hours before a car came along. I got him to toe me to the garage on the highway. It turned out to be a blown fuse to the coil, it took the mechanic thirty seconds to fix and I look real dill.” Read the rest of this entry »