#Cum On Face

My name is Lucas, and I'm 19 years old. This summer, something unbelievable went down at the lake house my family rents every year. I'm a shy guy, always have been, and up until this summer, I'd never so much as kissed a girl. I'm not hideous or anything, but I'm no movie star either - just a lanky dude with messy brown hair who gets tongue-tied around anyone I'm into. I'm tall, but my body's more "string bean" than "jacked." I don't exactly turn heads, and I spend way too much time alone, lost in my own fantasies. This summer, those fantasies had a muse: my neighbor from the cabin next door, Margaret. I know, I know - sounds wild, right? She's in her early 50s, married, with two daughters. One's my age, drop-dead gorgeous, but always off with her friends, so I barely catch a glimpse of her. The other's younger, still in middle school. Margaret's not what you'd call a knockout - short, with a pixie cut, a plain face, and a soft, curvy body that's more cozy than glamorous. But there's something about her chest that drives me absolutely insane - full, heavy, and impossible to ignore. Every afternoon, when my parents were out fishing or running errands, I'd lock myself in my room, strip down, and watch her from behind the curtains. She'd be out on her deck, sweeping or watering plants, wearing this loose tank top that'd slip down her shoulders, giving me a teasing view of her cleavage. When she bent over to pick something up, it was like the world stopped - her curves practically spilled out, and I'd be glued to the window, heart pounding, barely able to breathe. I'd keep the curtains cracked just enough to stay hidden, and that sight alone was enough to get me going. One day, I was in the middle of, well, you know (and no, I'm not some pornstar legend - six inches, maybe, on a good day), thinking I was safe since her husband and daughters had left for town. Suddenly, I saw her walking up to our cabin. I panicked, yanking on my swim trunks and sprinting to the door as she knocked insistently. No time for a shirt, and yeah, my situation was pretty obvious through the thin fabric.Lucas, can I borrow your pruning shears? - she asked, her voice warm, almost playful. I grabbed the shears from the shed, my face burning like I'd been out in the sun too long. I was a nervous wreck, probably looking like a total idiot.Some of those branches are too high for me. Could you give me a hand? - she said, tilting her head. I nodded, barely able to form words. As we worked, she kept the conversation going - why didn't I hang out with the other kids around the lake, was I seeing anyone, that kind of thing. Then she handed me a cold soda, saying I looked parched. It was one of those sweltering days where the air felt like a wet blanket, and sweat was unavoidable. The soda went down easy, and she offered another. Two drinks in, my head was buzzing just enough to loosen me up. She'd tugged her tank top straps back into place, but being so close to her - smelling her faint floral perfume, seeing the way her top clung to her curves - kept me on edge. My trunks weren't hiding much, and I swear she stole a glance or two. Sometimes, she'd brush against me while reaching for a branch, her breast grazing my arm, sending a jolt through my whole body. When we finished, she invited me inside for a glass of lemonade. I wasn't sure I wanted to, but my feet followed her anyway. Sitting on her couch, I noticed my trunks were damp - not just from the heat. My nerves went into overdrive. Margaret sat close, her thigh almost touching mine, and I caught her eyes flicker downward.It's brutal out there, isn't it? Feel me - I'm soaked too... - she said, her voice low. Before I could process, she took my hand and guided it to her inner thigh, nudging her shorts aside. She was warm, slick, and undeniably aroused. A mischievous grin spread across her face.You think I don't notice? You've been hard as a rock out there, and it's got me all worked up. I know what you've been doing in your room, Lucas, but having you this close? That's a whole different kind of heat. I froze, mortified that she knew about my private moments, but before I could stammer an excuse, her lips crashed into mine. Her kiss was hungry, urgent, her tongue teasing mine as she grabbed me through my trunks, her fingers firm and confident. The sodas gave me just enough courage to kiss her back, my hands fumbling to her chest, squeezing the soft weight of her breasts through her top. We were a tangle of heat and need, breathing hard, hands roaming without restraint. Her fingers slipped inside my trunks, wrapping around me with a slow, deliberate stroke that made me groan into her mouth. I tugged her tank top down, freeing her breasts - they were heavy, slightly sagging, with wide, dusky-pink areolas and nipples that stiffened under my touch. I couldn't resist; I lowered my head, taking one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the sensitive peak. Her moans were loud, her hands gripping my hair, urging me to keep going. "God, Lucas, you're so good at that, " she gasped, her voice thick with pleasure. I slid her shorts and underwear down to her ankles, revealing a dense patch of dark hair. The scent was intense, primal, but it only fueled my arousal. I parted her thighs, my fingers trembling as I explored her, finding her slick and warm. I lowered my mouth, tasting her, my tongue fumbling at first but guided by her gasps until I found the spot that made her hips buck. Her fingers tightened in my hair, her thighs quivering as she came, her release coating my lips and chin. I lapped it up, lost in the moment, her cries echoing in my ears. I realized I'd climaxed too, my trunks a mess. I mumbled it to her, embarrassed, but Margaret didn't hesitate. She yanked my trunks down, her mouth closing around me, her tongue swirling over the sensitive tip as she sucked with a slow, deliberate rhythm. The sight of her - graying pixie cut bobbing, lips stretched around me - sent a fresh wave of heat through me. I was hard again in seconds. My hands found her breasts, kneading them as they swayed with her movements, her moans vibrating against me.I need you inside me - I said, the words spilling out before I could stop them. I guided her back onto the couch, her legs spreading wide, her entrance glistening. She looked like something out of my wildest dreams, raw and open. She guided me in, and I sank into her, the warmth and tightness overwhelming. She gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders, but her hips rocked to meet mine, urging me deeper. "Fuck, Lucas, you feel so good, " she moaned, her voice raw. I thrust slowly at first, savoring every inch, our mouths locked in a desperate kiss, tongues tangling as we moved together.On your knees - I said, surprising myself with the command. She turned eagerly, her round ass in the air, her breasts swaying beneath her. I entered her again, gripping her hips, the sight of her curves driving me wild. My fingers wandered, teasing her other entrance, and she let out a low, throaty moan. I pressed one finger inside, then two, feeling her tighten around them. She gasped, a mix of pleasure and surprise, as I added a third, her body trembling. "I'm gonna take you there, " I said, my voice shaking with need. I pulled out, slick from her, and pressed against her tighter hole. It was slow, agonizingly tight, her curses filling the air as I pushed in, inch by inch. "You're tearing me apart, " she groaned, but her hips pushed back, urging me on. I moved carefully, my hand slipping between her thighs to rub her clit, easing her into it. Her moans turned to pleas as she adjusted, and I thrust deeper, my balls pressed against her as she cried out. The sensation was unreal, her tightness gripping me like a vise. I pulled back and thrust again, her screams turning to demands for more. "Harder, Lucas, break me, " she begged. I lost myself in the rhythm, her body rocking beneath me, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. When I couldn't hold back, I pulled out, telling her to turn around. She did, eyes wild, and I stroked myself frantically, unloading across her face and chest. Thick ropes of cum painted her skin, dripping down her breasts as she smeared it over herself, licking her lips with a wicked smile.That summer, I found every excuse to sneak over to her cabin, our secret encounters becoming the highlight of my days.

I'm from a quiet little town in northern California, standing at just 5'2". I've always been into fitness, hitting the gym or trails regularly, and despite my short stature, I've got something I've always taken pride in - my endowment. Thanks to my dad's side of the family, I'm packing about 9 inches when hard, thick as a summer squash. It's a point of confidence, but it's also caused some issues - some women find it too much, and I've unintentionally left a few wincing after things got heated. At 32, I had one of the most intense sexual experiences of my life, with someone I'd never have imagined - my aunt. It was a crisp morning, and I'd just finished my usual five-mile run through the redwood-lined trails near my place. I always swing by my uncle's house on my way back to say hi. He's usually out front, fussing over his rose garden, but that day he was gone - he goes for checkups every few months due to a heart condition, and he's never back before late afternoon. Instead, I found my aunt, Lila, watering the roses. I called out a greeting, and as we chatted, I caught her eyes flicking to my crotch. I was in loose running shorts, no underwear, so things were probably pretty noticeable. It wasn't the first time I'd seen her glance, and I brushed it off - figured it was just human nature, not intentional. Lila's petite, maybe 4'8", but her figure is something else. She's got this incredible, round, firm backside that could stop traffic, like something out of a music video. She's curvy, not heavy, and at 52, she's aged like fine wine. I remember being a kid, walking with her to the farmer's market, and guys her age would nudge me, calling me "little man" while staring at her curves, practically drooling. That day, she asked me to help swap out some dead lightbulbs in her kitchen. I said sure, and she grabbed a small stepladder, saying, "I'll hold it so you don't topple over." My shorts were thin, clinging a bit from sweat, and my package was on full display, almost like I was in briefs. I handed her the first burnt-out bulb, screwed in the new one, and glanced down. Her eyes were locked on my crotch, wide with what looked like shock - or maybe curiosity. It sent a jolt through me, a mix of nerves and excitement. We went through the same routine for a few more bulbs, and afterward, she offered me coffee and a bite to eat. I declined, still catching my breath. I asked about my uncle, and she said he'd be late - his doctor's visit was followed by a stop at his accountant's. I grinned and said, "Well, Aunt Lila, you seem to be holding up just fine." She chuckled, rubbing her lower back. "Not really, hon. My back's been killing me lately, but I avoid doctors like the plague." "I've got this menthol rub that works wonders, " I said. "I can grab it." My apartment was a short walk away, so I jogged over, picked up the tube, and returned. "Just put this on the sore spot, " I told her, "and the pain should fade in ten minutes or so." She asked how often to use it, and I said, "Whenever it flares up." She frowned, "I can't reach back there myself." I suggested, "Get Uncle Tom to help." She snorted. "He's too wrapped up in his own world to care. Come on, don't make me beg - can you do it? " I nodded, "No problem." I had her lie face-down on the plush sectional in their living room. With her okay, I lifted her loose blouse and unhooked her bra, exposing the smooth, pale skin of her back. The sight alone got me hard instantly, and I had to shift to keep things comfortable in my shorts. I started massaging the cool cream into her lower back, my fingers gliding over her soft skin. She sighed, saying it felt good but the ache was a bit lower. She was wearing these tight, rainbow-patterned yoga pants that hugged every curve, making her ass look like a work of art. I asked, "Mind if I pull these down a little to get to your lower spine? " She murmured, "Go for it." Feeling a rush, I tugged them down slowly, past the curve of her hips, revealing the tops of her cheeks. Her skin was flawless, silky, and those firm, round globes were unreal. I pulled the pants down further, almost to her thighs, baring her completely. She didn't say a word. I worked the cream in, my hands kneading her lower back, then - on a whim - I let them drift to her ass, massaging gently. She stayed quiet, her breathing steady. Then she turned her head, caught sight of my obvious erection straining against my shorts, and said softly, "Sweetie, what's got you like that? " I stammered, "Sorry, Aunt Lila, it's just - you know." She rolled onto her side, smiling. "Don't worry, hon. I'm your aunt, it's no big deal." Then she added, "Could you rub some on my thighs too? They're sore from gardening." I nodded, and when she flipped onto her back, I saw her - a wild, untamed patch between her legs that made my pulse race. The air felt electric. I couldn't hold back anymore. I leaned in, kissing her deeply, my lips pressing against hers. She pushed weakly at my chest, murmuring, "No, we shouldn't, " but I was too far gone. I tugged her yoga pants and panties off in one motion, leaving her bare. Before she could protest further, I buried my face between her thighs, my tongue exploring her folds. She was already slick, her scent intoxicating. She gasped, squirming, whispering, "Stop, hon, " but her hands soon tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as her hips bucked. Her moans grew louder, her body trembling as she climaxed, her thighs clamping around my head, her juices coating my lips. I pulled back, my erection throbbing painfully. I climbed over her, and she looked up, eyes wide. "Go slow, sweetie, " she whispered, glancing at my bulge. "That looks - big." But I was lost in the moment. I freed myself, my cock springing out, thick and heavy. I pressed against her entrance, pushing in halfway with one thrust. She gasped, eyes popping open, hands gripping my shoulders. "Oh God, it's too much, " she panted, but I didn't stop, sliding in fully, feeling her tight warmth envelop me. She winced, her nails digging into my skin, but as I moved - slow, deep thrusts - her expression softened, her breaths turning to moans. Her legs wrapped around me, urging me on. Then, to my shock, she pushed me back and rolled onto her knees, arching her back. "Like this, " she said, voice husky. I didn't hesitate. I positioned myself behind her, gripping her hips, and entered her again, her ass jiggling with each thrust. Her moans filled the room, raw and desperate, as she pushed back against me, meeting every stroke. She came again, her body shuddering, her walls pulsing around me. I pulled out, my hands roaming her curves, and on impulse, I leaned down, my tongue tracing the sensitive skin of her backside. She gasped, squirming, but didn't pull away, her moans growing frantic as I teased her tight ring. I spit, slicking her up, and pressed the tip of my cock against her. "Not there, " she said, voice shaky, but I was too caught up. I eased in slowly, just the head, feeling her tense and then relax slightly. She whimpered, "Careful, " but her hands reached back, spreading herself. I pushed deeper, inch by inch, her tightness gripping me like a vise. Her moans mixed with gasps, her body trembling as another orgasm hit, her muscles clenching around me. I couldn't last any longer. I pulled out, and before she could move, I came, hot and heavy, across her face, her lips parting in surprise. She looked up at me, breathless, a mix of shock and something else in her eyes. Now, I make sure to stop by whenever my uncle's out for his appointments.

I'd slept like crap that night and decided to grab a glass of water from the kitchen. With it in hand, I wandered into the living room, cracked the window open, and flicked on the TV. Nothing but garbage was on, so I peered out at the street, hoping for something interesting. Just as I was about to call it quits and head back to bed, a light snapped on in the house across the way. A couple was going at it, full throttle. I killed the TV and nudged the blinds apart for a better view. The woman was perched on the windowsill, facing away from me, getting pounded hard by her guy. My shorts tightened as I sprang to life. I ditched them quick and started stroking myself, lost in the fantasy that I was the one railing her. Sure, my fiancée was just a room away, but she was out cold, and here I was, working my shaft. I could faintly hear the woman's moans, her blonde hair bouncing wild. Then they switched it up. Now she was kneeling on the sill, pressing her full chest against the glass. They weren't as big as my fiancée's, but a solid B-cup, easy. I jerked harder, feeling the pressure build, ready to blow - when a hand grabbed my balls and squeezed. I whipped around, startled, and there was my fiancée, standing behind me. She had on this sheer little nightgown, no underwear, the works. She glanced at what I was up to, cleared her throat, and said, "You think it's cool to spy on random couples screwing? " I froze, looked down at my throbbing self, then up at her. "I was just so turned on, and you were asleep..." I didn't get further - she yanked me close and shoved her tongue in my mouth. The tip of me brushed her flimsy nightgown, and I was pulsing again. She slid the straps off her shoulders, letting it drop, standing there naked. Her hands wrapped around me, pumping me back to full size. She tugged the skin back 'til it stung a little and flicked her tongue over the head. I sank onto the couch, and she followed, taking me in her mouth. We stretched out along the cushions, her ass hiked up high. I was close again, but this time I pulled back. I flipped her over so she faced the window, bent her over the armrest, and eased my rock-hard length into her tight heat from behind. She let out a soft moan and pushed the blinds wider to watch the show across the street. I thrust harder, deeper, and soon her body clenched around me. I slid out of her dripping core, spit on my fingers, and rubbed it around her backdoor along with her own wetness. Then I pressed in, gripping her hips as I sank into her ass. She gasped, loud and wild, as I moved inside her. My fingers found her clit, teasing, and she came again, squeezing me even tighter. She lurched forward, flipped onto her back, and told me to slide between her heavy breasts. She mashed them together, and I started thrusting, her tongue darting out to catch me now and then. Through a gap in the blinds, I could see the neighbors still going strong, and it fueled me. "Come on, drench me, you horny bastard! " she growled. I felt it surging, and seconds later, I unloaded - all over her chest, her face, some in her hair. She smeared it across her skin, eyes hazy, and stared at me. "Next time you're worked up, come to me - don't jerk off to strangers, got it? " I nodded, crystal clear, and watched her saunter back to bed.