#Young & Old

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.

This happened when I was 21 years old. I've been with my girlfriend, Mia, for two and a half years, so I've built a solid bond with her mom, Vanessa. We're close enough that there's a lot of trust between us, almost like family. Mia's gorgeous - not a runway model, but she's got this natural charm that lights up a room. Now, this story is about Vanessa, her mom. She's petite, about 5'4", with creamy, flawless skin and a youthful glow, considering she had her first kid (Mia's older sister) at 17. Vanessa's the kind of woman who doesn't realize how seductive she can be. When she's tidying up the house, she'll bend over to pick something up - completely unaware - and the sight is enough to make your head spin. Her curves are unreal, with hips that flare out in a perfect hourglass and a modest but perky chest. Her skin is so smooth it practically glows, but those hips? They're the star of the show, wide and sculpted, always accentuated by her classy outfits - think fitted blazers, silky blouses that hint at what's underneath, and pencil skirts that stop just short of her knees. Picturing her now sends a shiver down my spine. So, here's what went down. Mia and her sister were off visiting their cousin in Seattle, leaving Vanessa alone at home. Since Mia and I are tight, I've got a key to their place to check in when it's empty, kind of like a caretaker deal. It was a Saturday, and I rolled up around 10 a.m. Vanessa was supposed to be at her friend's house all day. I grabbed a soda from the fridge, poked around for snacks, popped some kettle corn, and settled into Vanessa's room to watch a movie on her big-screen TV. After it finished, I wandered into Mia's room for my usual ritual: rummaging through her and her sister's drawers, indulging in a little private fun, and leaving a "special" mark in Mia's panties because, well, she loves it. I got so caught up I passed out on Mia's bed. Around 5: 30 p.m., I heard the front door creak open. It was Vanessa, back early, wearing this navy-blue suit that hugged every curve - the skirt clinging to her hips like it was painted on. My brain lit up with a wild idea. I scrambled under the bed, but not before leaving a note on the kitchen counter: "Vanessa, checked the place this morning, all good - take care, Jake." From Mia's room, I had a clear view of the living room, and I saw Vanessa read the note, her lips curling into a small smile. She bought it, which got my heart racing. I decided to see how far I could take this. When I heard the shower start, I crept toward the bathroom, my pulse pounding. What I saw next is burned into my memory. Vanessa, her face soft with fatigue, began to undress. She kicked off her navy stilettos, revealing toned calves that flexed with every step. She shrugged off her blazer, exposing a slim waist that contrasted with those jaw-dropping hips. She unclasped a delicate silver necklace, then peeled off her blouse, revealing a lacy, cream-colored bra. I was already losing it. Normally, she's so prim she'd lock the bathroom door, even alone, but - holy hell - she left it wide open. I ducked behind her bed, my body buzzing with adrenaline. She slid off her skirt, and there they were: those glorious, rounded hips, barely contained by high-cut, cream-colored panties with a subtle lace trim. The way the fabric stretched over her curves, dipping slightly to reveal the tops of her thighs, made my breath catch. Her bra unhooked in the front, and when it fell away, her small, rosy nipples stood out against her pale skin, so delicate they blended into the surrounding flesh. I was gripping the carpet, trying to keep myself together. She paused at the mirror, arching her back, pushing out her chest and hips - the classic pre-shower self-check. Then she stepped into the tub, and I cursed silently because my hiding spot gave me no view. I wasn't about to blow my cover. After what felt like forever - maybe 25 minutes - she emerged, wrapped in a towel. My heart sank as she shut the dressing room door, leaving me aching. When she came out, she wore a silky, pale-pink nightgown, loosely tied at the chest. She didn't bother securing the tie, and when she leaned over to towel-dry her hair, one breast slipped free, the soft curve catching the light. I caught a glimpse lower and - damn - no panties. The bathroom light silhouetted her, revealing every line of her body, no underwear in sight. She flopped onto the bed, flipped on the TV, and noticed the movie still in the player - not porn, but it had some steamy moments. "Oh, Jake, " she chuckled, watching a bit whileplan, lying back. I was trembling - part excitement, part terror. As I shifted to slide deeper under the bed, my belt buckle clinked against the floor. I froze, cursing myself. Seconds later, Vanessa's face appeared, her eyes narrowing. "Jake! What are you doing here? I thought you left! What's going on? " I crawled out, stammering apologies, begging her not to tell Mia. "You saw me in the shower, didn't you? " she said, her voice sharp. I nodded, mortified. "Sit, " she said, pointing to the bed. I was a mess, cheeks burning, eyes stinging. "Jake, this is wrong. You know that. What if I'd been... you know..." she said, trailing off. "Touching yourself? " I blurted, instantly wishing I could take it back. She paused, then nodded. "Exactly. A single mom with two daughters has to be careful, set a good example." I could barely mumble responses, my nerves fried. She softened, saying she trusted me. As I sat, she noticed me adjust myself - I was painfully hard. "Jake, what's with you? " she asked, her eyes wide but glinting with something else. I spilled everything: "I'm so sorry, Vanessa, but I've been obsessed with your hips since we met. Your ex was a fool to leave you. I know Mia's going to be just like you, and I'll never leave her." Her expression melted into warmth. "That's sweet, Jake. Mia's lucky." She opened her arms, and I leaned into the hug, my face buried in her chest, her scent overwhelming. I didn't want to let go. Her breathing quickened, mirroring mine. "Jake, we shouldn't..." she whispered. "Please, Vanessa, I want you so bad, " I said, desperate. I kissed her neck, soft and slow, and - unbelievably - she pulled me closer. "Jake, let's make a deal, " she said. "It's been years since I've been with anyone, and, well, my... needs build up sometimes." I nodded, barely breathing. "You can do what I allow, and I won't tell Mia or kick you out. Deal? " I thought it'd be minor, but I'd take anything. "Deal, " I said. "Kiss my neck again, " she said, her voice low. I did, brushing my lips gently along her skin, feeling her pulse race. "Oh, that's good, " she sighed. Emboldened, I kissed her breast through the nightgown, mimicking the slow, teasing rhythm. "Jake, I'm getting too worked up, " she gasped, her voice trembling. "I've got you, " I said, steady but burning inside. "Keep going... kiss it... suck it... oh, it's incredible, " she moaned, her body arching slightly. "What's it feel like? " I asked, my voice husky. "Like sparks shooting straight to my core, " she whispered. "Can I touch your hips? " I asked, desperate. "Yes, but don't stop kissing, " she said. I turned her onto her stomach, my hands trembling as I lifted her nightgown. Those hips - the ones I'd dreamed about - came into view, full and perfect, her skin like silk. Her calves were toned, her thighs thick and inviting, and between them, the faint outline of her swollen lips. I wanted to savor every second, so I kissed her neck, trailing my lips down her spine, her skin so soft it felt unreal. My tongue grazed the small of her back, and as I reached the curve just below her hips, I parted her thighs with my knees. She glanced back, surprised but yielding, her eyes heavy with desire. I paused, staring at her, the sight of her glistening lips between those lush thighs making my head spin. I thought, "This is where Mia came from." I leaned in, my tongue brushing her slowly, teasing her outer folds. She gasped, "Oh, I forgot how good this is... don't stop! " Her hips rocked slightly, urging me on. She rolled onto her back, spreading her legs wide. "Does it gross you out? " she asked, vulnerable. "Not even close, " I said, diving back in. My tongue explored her, circling her clit with deliberate, slow strokes, then quickening as she moaned louder, her hands gripping the sheets. "Jake, keep going! " she cried, her body trembling, her hips grinding against my face. I alternated between soft licks and firm pressure, tasting her sweetness, feeling her thighs tense around me. "I'm... I'm close! " she gasped. I focused on her clit, sucking gently, and within seconds, she arched hard, a shudder ripping through her as she cried out, her body pulsing, her breath ragged. I couldn't hold back. I lifted her thighs, positioning her at the bed's edge, her legs draped over my shoulders. I teased her entrance with the tip, her warmth pulling me in. As I slid inside, her tightness gripped me, her hips rocking to meet each slow thrust. My hands roamed, cupping her breasts, my fingers circling her hard nipples. Each movement was deliberate, my hips grinding against hers, the sound of our bodies meeting filling the room. Her moans grew louder, her nails digging into my arms as I picked up the pace, her curves bouncing beneath me. "Harder, Jake, " she begged, and I obliged, driving deeper, her thighs trembling in my grip. We lost ourselves in it, switching positions - her on top, her hips rolling in slow, torturous circles, then me behind her, gripping those perfect hips as she pushed back against me. Each round was more intense, her gasps and my groans blending into a haze of sweat and heat. By 11 p.m., we were spent, our bodies sore after what must've been our fifth or sixth climax. For the last one, we lay side by side, touching ourselves, her fingers moving in rhythm with mine, both of us chasing one final, aching release. It was raw, overwhelming, and left us trembling. We collapsed into each other's arms. "I should head out, " I said, my voice hoarse. "Lock the door, yeah? " she murmured, exhausted. "Got it." She kissed me softly, then, with a playful smirk, kissed lower. As I dressed and headed for the door, she called, "Jake." "Yeah? " "Things are different now, " she said. My stomach dropped, fearing she'd tell Mia. "What do you mean? " I asked, voice shaking. "If you want this to stay between us, you'll come to me whenever I want - any time, any day, no questions." I swallowed hard and grinned. "Deal."

As I stepped into the quiet corridor leading to your hotel room, I noticed your door was slightly open. To a passerby, it might've seemed shut, but when my fingers brushed the handle and it swung inward, my suspicion was confirmed. I couldn't fathom why your room was left like this - all I know is I crossed the threshold, my pulse racing with dread. Were you inside, or had you stepped out, due back any second? I eased the door closed behind me. You were my colleague, and married, no less - this was utterly irrational. If you caught me here, I'd have no defense, but my longing for you had burned too long... I knew I was invisible to you. Just the "new guy" at the firm. At 41, you carried your age with a grace that made my 26 years feel childish, but you set my blood on fire. Every morning, I'd watch you stride into the office, dressed with effortless allure - those tailored dresses that clung to your curves, those blouses with necklines that teased my imagination, daring me to steal a glimpse of lace beneath... So when the company chose us to represent them at a trade expo in Miami, it felt like fate. The event promised to be a slog - endless panels and networking - but four days in your orbit was a dream I couldn't resist... Three steps into your room, I froze. The shower was running... my heart thundered so hard I could taste it. I kicked off my shoes, moving silently, and crept toward the bathroom. You were singing, some sultry jazz tune, your voice low and teasing. Through the frosted glass of the shower, I caught your silhouette - those hips, that sinuous spine... it was almost too much to process. I knew I should bolt. If you turned and saw me, my career was toast - your influence at the firm was ironclad. But I was spellbound, some primal force dragging me forward, past all logic... before I knew it, my shirt was off, then my pants. A faint voice in my head screamed to stop, but my desire for you drowned it out. Standing naked, I caught my reflection. My erection stood proud - seven inches, thick and ready. The gym had sculpted my frame well, my 6'1" height adding to the effect. My ex used to rave about my body, especially my cock - its girth, she said, was her obsession. Staring at it now, I couldn't disagree. That sight steeled my nerve. I moved to the shower door, knowing the risk was insane, but my need to claim you, to feel you, even just this once, was unstoppable... I gripped the handle, heart pounding. You were mid-chorus, your voice sultry, oblivious... for someone who joked about struggling with English pitches, you sang with confidence. Sliding the glass door open, I was briefly hidden by your turned back. Then you spun around. Your eyes widened, a gasp caught in your throat, but I held my ground... Somehow, without words, I steadied you. My unflinching stare must've signaled there was no escape from what was coming... I reached out, my hand grazing your hip. The contact sent a jolt through me, like I might collapse. You didn't pull away - part aroused, part paralyzed by shock. I seized the moment, my hands exploring your hips, your flat stomach, inching upward until my fingers brushed the curve beneath your breast... I met your gaze, signaling my intent. Then, boldly, I palmed your breast, feeling its weight, its firmness. Your surprise at my nerve was palpable. Your nipple, hard under my touch, spurred me on. I leaned in, kissing you fiercely, my lips claiming yours with a hunger I'd suppressed for months. At first, you were passive, but soon your mouth softened, your tongue meeting mine in a desperate dance, wet and urgent, our breaths mingling as the shower's steam enveloped us. Your fingers tangled in my hair, then slid down my neck, my shoulders... you were into it now, your hands roaming lower, gripping my ass, kneading its firmness with a moan that told me you were hooked. I mirrored you, my hands cupping your ass, firm and perfect, my finger teasing the sensitive rim, drawing a shudder from you... Without a word, I turned you to face the wall. You started to speak, but for the first time, I was the one in control. I pressed you against the tiles, your back and ass exposed to me. My lips found your neck, kissing, nipping, trailing down your spine as the water cascaded over us. My hands slid around, cupping your breasts from behind - full, firm, defying gravity in a way that made my head spin. Having you so pliant, so yielding, was intoxicating. You were the office's untouchable queen, commanding every room. Now, I was groping your breasts freely, my teeth grazing your perfect ass. My tongue flicked over your tight hole, and your sharp gasp told me it drove you wild... Kneeling in the shower, I slid a hand between your thighs, finding the searing heat of your pussy. I didn't tease gently - I wanted you to feel owned. My fingers rubbed you roughly, your clit swollen under my touch, then I thrust two fingers deep inside. Your body jerked, a moan escaping as your hips bucked against my hand. Your breaths came faster, louder, and I was determined to push you further. I spun you around again, the motion sharp. My tongue traced your inner thighs, slow and deliberate, making you squirm with anticipation. I licked your groin, savoring your surrender, delaying the main event to heighten your need. When my tongue finally grazed your outer lips, you grabbed my hair, pulling me closer, guiding me to where you ached most. My fingers plunged back inside, curling to find your G-spot. Your reaction was electric - hips grinding, moans turning to frantic cries, words spilling out in a jumble as your body took over. I sucked your clit, my fingers relentless, until you shattered, your orgasm ripping through you, legs trembling so violently you nearly slid down the wall... I wasn't done. I'd waited too long to take you fully. Standing, I locked eyes with you, my intent clear. You dropped to your knees without hesitation, your mouth enveloping my cock. Your skill was unreal - your lips, soft and sure, worked me with a rhythm that nearly ended me right there. Your tongue swirled around the head, teasing the sensitive underside, your hands gripping my thighs as you took me deeper, your throat relaxing to accommodate my thickness. It was the best blowjob I'd ever had, but I didn't want to finish yet. I pulled you up, and you turned instinctively, bracing against the wall, your ass offered to me like a prize. My cock nudged your entrance, slick and ready. With one hard thrust, I was inside, the heat of your pussy overwhelming, amplified by the shower's warmth. I gripped your hips, fucking you with a primal rhythm, each thrust deeper, harder. You moaned, begging for more, calling yourself my slut, urging me to fuck you senseless. I obliged, slamming into you, the wet slap of our bodies echoing in the steam-filled stall. I tugged your hair, bit your shoulder, my hands mauling your breasts, pinching your nipples until you cried out, your body arching into mine. I pulled out suddenly, and your frustrated whimper made me grin. You turned, eyes wild with need, but I wasn't stopping. I lifted your leg, hooking it over my hip as you wrapped your arms around my neck, your body pressed tight against me. I entered you again, supporting your weight, fucking you with a ferocity that made you scream. Your nails dug into my back, your moans incoherent - you were close again, and so was I. You begged me to keep going, to fuck you harder, calling yourself my whore, pleading for release. I growled that I was going to come inside you, no protection, and that pushed you over the edge. Your screams filled the room, your pussy clenching around me as you came, your body shuddering in my arms. I followed, my orgasm exploding, filling you as I pinned you against the wall, snarling that you were mine, that I'd fuck you whenever I wanted... you moaned back, agreeing, calling yourself my slave, lost in the haze of it all... We stayed in the shower after, washing each other with a strange tenderness, laughing softly, trading kisses and caresses. That was the first time on that trip, but not the last. You were married, but for those days in Miami, you were like a reckless young lover... insatiable, wild, and we dove into countless reckless moments before the trip ended...

At eighteen, Kyle was obsessed with his girlfriend, Ava, a curvy blonde with emerald eyes and a body that made every guy at school jealous. He'd spent a year chasing her, finally locking her down as his girl, but she kept her legs closed, leaving him to jerk off in her backyard after heated make-out sessions. Her handjobs were skilled, stroking his thick cock with a teasing grip, but they left him aching for more, his balls heavy with unspent lust. One humid afternoon, Kyle showed up at Ava's place, horny as hell, only to find her gone. "Kyle, come on in! " called Lauren, Ava's sultry aunt from next door, her voice low and inviting. At forty-two, Lauren was a fucking goddess - long legs, sun-kissed skin, and full, heavy tits that strained against her tank top, her nipples poking through without a bra. Her hazel eyes locked onto him, sizing him up like prey. "You look like you're carrying the world's blue balls, kid, " she teased, stepping close enough for him to smell her perfume. "Ava not putting out? " "Just her hands, " Kyle admitted, his dick twitching at her boldness. "It's not enough." Lauren's lips curled into a wicked smile. She grabbed his shirt, pulled him into her house, and pressed her mouth to his, her tongue diving deep, swirling with a hunger that made his knees weak. The kiss was a revelation, waking every nerve in his body, his cock throbbing against his jeans. She led him to her bedroom, her hips swaying, and pushed him onto the bed. She peeled off his clothes, her fingers tracing his chest, teasing his nipples before sliding down to grip his rock-hard dick. "Fuck, you're packing, " she purred, stroking him slowly, her thumb circling the tip, smearing precum. Lauren stripped, revealing a body sculpted by yoga and sun - firm ass, flat stomach, and a neatly trimmed bush framing her glistening pussy. Her tits, tanned except for pale bikini lines, bounced as she climbed onto the bed. She knelt between his legs, her warm breath on his cock before she swallowed him whole, her lips stretching around his girth, tongue swirling along the shaft. Kyle groaned, his hands gripping her hair as she bobbed, sucking hard, her throat tightening around him. He couldn't hold back, exploding in her mouth, hot cum spilling down her throat as she moaned, swallowing every drop like it was candy. "First one's always quick, " she winked, licking her lips. She climbed over him, straddling his face, her dripping pussy inches from his mouth. "Eat me, kid." Kyle dove in, lapping at her sweet, musky folds, his tongue flicking her clit as she ground against him, her thighs trembling. Her moans grew louder, her hips bucking as she came, flooding his mouth with her juices. Still hard, Kyle flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy was soaked, pink lips parted, begging for his cock. He thrust in, her tight heat gripping him, her walls pulsing as he pounded deep. Lauren's nails raked his back, her legs wrapping around him, pulling him deeper. "Fuck me harder, " she gasped, her tits bouncing with each thrust. She came again, her cunt squeezing him so tight he lost it, unloading a thick stream of cum inside her, their groans mixing in the air. They fucked twice more that day, her riding him reverse cowgirl, her ass slapping against his thighs, and then doggy, his hands gripping her hips as he slammed into her, her pussy gushing. "You're my dirty boy now, " Lauren whispered, her body slick with sweat, his cum dripping down her thighs. "Come back whenever you're horny." For weeks, Kyle ditched Ava's handjobs for Lauren's insatiable mouth and pussy. One evening, sneaking into Ava's house with Lauren for a quick fuck, they heard moans from Ava's room. Peeking through the door, Kyle saw Ava on her knees, her cousin Max's cock buried in her throat, her ass in the air as she fingered herself. She was loving it, her moans muffled by his dick, her pussy dripping. The betrayal lit a fire in Kyle. Back at Lauren's, they fucked like animals, rage and lust fueling every thrust. Lauren's pussy took his brutal pounding, her orgasms coming in waves, but Kyle's cock stayed painfully hard, unable to cum. "Give me your ass, " he growled, and Lauren, eyes wide, grabbed lube from her nightstand. She'd always refused anal, scared of his thick cock, but now she wanted it. "Be gentle, " she begged, spreading her cheeks, her tight pink asshole winking at him. Kyle eased in, the lube slick as her ring stretched around his head. She gasped, biting the pillow, but pushed back, taking him deeper. Her ass was impossibly tight, gripping him like a vice as he fucked her slow, then faster, her moans turning to screams of pleasure. "Cum in my ass, " she panted, and he did, flooding her with a massive load, her body shaking as she came with him, her asshole pulsing around his cock. Exhausted, they collapsed, Kyle's dick still twitching. Lauren sucked him off again, swallowing his final load before they passed out, tangled in sheets. Days later, Kyle confronted Ava. She refused to fuck him, still playing coy, but he was done. Pinning her down, he yanked her panties off, her protests turning to screams as he forced his cock into her tight ass. "You fucked your cousin, you slut, " he growled, pounding her without mercy, her cries echoing as he stretched her hole. He came hard, his cum spilling deep in her ass, a brutal payback for her cheating. "That's for making me a cuck, " he spat, leaving her sobbing, her ass raw. Kyle never went back to Ava but kept fucking Lauren, her pussy and ass his playground whenever he needed release. Now, he's with a new girl, Sarah, from across town, their sex wild and passionate, maybe even love. Betrayals like this probably happen all the time, but Kyle got his revenge, and Ava took it where it hurt most - right up her cheating ass.

It was the summer I'd just hit 22, and my family's never been short on cash or class. We've always chased the high life - fancy cars, designer clothes, the works. So when my dad got obsessed with golf, I decided to give it a whirl, mostly to stay active, even though I thought it was a game for retirees at first. The first time I joined my dad at the golf club's driving range, I spotted girls my age, all from the same upscale crowd, and some were drop-dead gorgeous. The country club wasn't just about golf, either - it had tennis courts, a swanky pool, horseback riding, squash, a gym, and a buzzing social scene with events that made weekends a blast. My dad hooked me up with a shiny set of golf clubs, and I gradually collected the rest of the gear - gloves, shoes, the whole nine yards. The sport was growing on me. One sunny Saturday, I headed to the club with him. Weekends were my time to smack some balls, play a few holes, or maybe hit the tennis courts or go for a ride with a preppy girl I'd met around the club. We were at the practice bays when a woman pulled up in a sleek Audi. She looked about 47, with auburn hair tied in a loose ponytail, a curvy figure that turned heads, and a tight white golf skirt that hugged her hips like a second skin. Her fitted polo shirt barely contained her full breasts. She slid on a visor, grabbed her clubs, and set up in the bay next to ours. I was surprised when she gave my dad a friendly nod. Turns out, they'd chatted plenty of times at the club during weekend rounds. No big deal - regulars get to know each other. My dad introduced her as Vanessa, 48 years old. She suggested they play a few holes, but my dad had a meeting and couldn't make it. "Would it be okay if my son joins you instead? " he asked. "Absolutely, " she said, her green eyes locking onto mine with a smile that sent a jolt through me. We grabbed our bags, hit the clubhouse to snag our tickets, and started working through the 18 holes. Vanessa was easy to talk to, warm and curious. I loosened up, rambling about my love for indie rock, sci-fi flicks, and the novels I was reading. The conversation flowed naturally, each hole making it more comfortable. Feeling bold, I asked about her life - kids, marriage, that sort of thing. She had a daughter, 24, studying architecture in Germany. Vanessa was divorced, living alone, and originally from Chicago, though her mom's side was Italian, which explained her olive skin and effortless charm. As we played, I couldn't stop stealing glances at her - the way her skirt swayed with each step, how her toned legs flexed when she swung, the curve of her waist under that snug polo. Her visor framed her face perfectly, and those sunglasses gave her a mysterious edge. On the 11th hole, her ball sliced into a wooded patch, so we trekked off to find it. It was mid-August, and the course was nearly deserted - most members were off at beach resorts or European getaways. After 12 minutes of poking around, we spotted the ball wedged against a pine tree's roots. "Gonna be a tough shot to the green from here, don't you think? " I said, smirking. "No doubt, " Vanessa replied, her voice carrying a playful lilt. It was a lousy shot, honestly - proof I wasn't destined to be the next golf pro. But I was here for the vibe, not the leaderboard. Then Vanessa crouched to inspect the ball, her skirt riding up just enough to reveal the smooth curve of her thigh. My pulse spiked, and I acted on instinct. I stepped closer, my hand brushing her lower back before settling on her hip, giving it a gentle squeeze. She stood, startled, her eyes wide behind her sunglasses. Before she could speak, I leaned in and kissed her, my lips pressing firmly against hers. She froze for a split second, then melted into it, her mouth opening to mine. Our tongues collided, urgent and hungry, tasting the faint mint of her lip gloss. Her hands gripped my shoulders, pulling me closer as the kiss deepened, a low moan escaping her throat. We stumbled behind a cluster of thick shrubs, shielded from the fairway. Her fingers fumbled with my shirt buttons, popping them open to expose my chest. She trailed her nails lightly down my abs, sending shivers through me, then tugged my belt loose. Her lips grazed my collarbone, then she nipped at my neck, her breath hot against my skin. Kneeling, she hooked her fingers into my waistband, pulling my khakis and boxers down in one smooth motion. My cock sprang free, already throbbing at its full 7 inches. "Well, hello there, handsome, " she purred, her voice dripping with mischief as she shot me a wicked grin. Her hand wrapped around my shaft, stroking slowly, her thumb circling the tip where a bead of precum had formed. She leaned in, her tongue flicking out to tease the head, sending a shockwave up my spine. Then she took me into her mouth, her lips sliding down inch by inch, warm and wet. She bobbed slowly at first, her tongue swirling along the underside, then picked up the pace, sucking with a rhythm that had my knees trembling. One hand cupped my balls, massaging gently, while the other gripped my thigh for balance. The wet sounds of her mouth working me filled the air, mingling with my ragged breaths. I hadn't been blown like this in years - older women know exactly what they're doing. She pulled back, her lips glossy, and stood, yanking her polo over her head. Her breasts spilled free, full and heavy, with dark pink nipples already hard. I dove in, my mouth latching onto one, sucking and flicking the nipple with my tongue while my hand kneaded the other. She gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair, urging me on. I switched sides, biting softly, feeling her body arch against me. Vanessa kicked off her shoes and shimmied out of her skirt, revealing a lacy red thong that barely covered her. A neat triangle of dark hair peeked through the fabric, and I was done for. I dropped to my knees, kissing along her inner thighs, savoring the softness of her skin. My fingers hooked into her thong, sliding it down to her ankles. Her scent hit me - musky, intoxicating - and I buried my face in her, my tongue tracing her folds. She was already soaked, her juices coating my lips as I licked, teasing her entrance before circling her clit. Her hands gripped my scalp, hips grinding against my mouth as she moaned, "Oh, God, don't stop." I sucked her clit gently, then harder, alternating with long, slow licks that made her thighs quiver. My fingers slid inside her, curling to hit that sweet spot, and her moans grew louder, more desperate. She tasted incredible, and I could've stayed there forever, lost in the way her body responded to every flick of my tongue. She tugged me up, spun around, and bent over, her hands braced against a tree. Her ass was perfect, round and firm, and I couldn't resist. I leaned in, my tongue tracing her tight hole, circling slowly before dipping inside. She gasped, pushing back against me, one hand slipping between her legs to rub her clit, her nails - painted a deep crimson - flashing in the sunlight. The sight of her pleasuring herself while I rimmed her was almost too much. I grabbed a condom from my wallet, rolled it on, and positioned myself behind her. My cock slid into her pussy, tight and warm, and we both groaned at the sensation. I started slow, savoring every inch, then built to a steady rhythm, my hands gripping her hips. Her moans grew louder, urging me to go faster, harder. I thrust deep, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing in the quiet woods. I slid a finger toward her ass, circling gently, but she murmured, "Not today, baby." She turned, pulling me into a searing kiss, her tongue chasing the taste of herself. Then she dropped to her knees again, pressing her breasts together around my cock. The sight of my shaft disappearing between her tits was unreal. She moved them up and down, her nipples brushing my skin, while her tongue flicked out to tease the tip on each upstroke. I warned her I was close, my voice hoarse. She didn't stop. I came hard, ropes of cum painting her chest, her neck, her chin. A few drops hit her lips, and she licked them off, her eyes locked on mine as she scooped the rest with her fingers, sucking them clean with a satisfied hum. "You're a damn treasure, Lucas, " she said, her voice low and teasing as she slipped her clothes back on. We played the last six holes like nothing had happened, then grabbed iced teas at the clubhouse. Over drinks, she suggested we hit up a jazz bar that night and head to her place after. We spent the whole weekend tangled in each other, and I knew I'd never look at golf the same way again.

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'm a 23-year-old college student living in Seattle, standing a bit over six feet with a buzz cut, a lean but toned physique from hitting the gym, and a smile that seems to work on most people. I'm no heartthrob, but I do alright, especially when I'm out at the bars and music venues around town, where I've had my share of fun with women my age. My mom owns a small alterations shop in our neighborhood, stitching up hems and fixing jackets for locals. She's always buried in work, so I often play delivery guy to help her out. One rainy afternoon, I was lounging at home, scrolling through social media to kill time after finishing a paper for school, when Mom asked me to drop off a tailored jacket to one of her clients. Older women have always been my weakness - their confidence, their curves, the way they carry themselves. I've met plenty of them through Mom's business: the barista at the coffee shop, the woman who runs the bookstore, and a few vendors at the weekend market. They've fueled countless fantasies, and a few have turned those fantasies into reality. Mom handed me a garment bag with the jacket and told me to collect $30 from Marissa, who owns a flower stall at the market. The job was intricate, hence the price. Marissa's place was a five-minute walk from our house, so I threw on a hoodie and headed out. When she answered the door, I was hit with why she'd been on my mind for years. Marissa's in her late 50s but looks a decade younger - long auburn hair with a few silver strands, sharp green eyes behind chic glasses, and a figure that's all curves. She's widowed, has a bit of money, and the neighborhood whispers about her flirty reputation since her husband passed when I was a teenager. I've always found her magnetic. Hey, you're looking good, kid, - she said with a teasing grin, leaning against the doorframe. Thanks, Marissa. Got the jacket Mom fixed for you. How's it going? - I replied, trying not to stare too hard. Just wrapping up some orders. Come in, get out of the rain, - she said, waving me inside. I asked about her son, Jake, who's my age but kind of a loner. I don't know much about him, and frankly, I don't care. I told Marissa she looked amazing, which wasn't a lie - she was in a fitted sweater and jeans that showed off her figure, and my pulse was already racing. She offered me a iced tea, and I accepted, happy to linger. As we chatted, she mentioned she was about to shower and head out for the evening. Feeling a spark, I suggested we grab dinner and catch a live music show at a local venue. Her eyes widened, but a smile crept across her face. She's known me since I was a kid, but I could tell she saw me differently now - a grown man, not the boy from years ago. Dinner and a show? With you? - she said, her tone playful. - What'll the neighbors say? They'll wish they were you, - I shot back, winking. She agreed, and I waited while she got ready. The bathroom door was cracked open, and I couldn't resist a glance. Through the steam, I saw her under the shower, water cascading over her smooth skin. Her breasts were full, defying her age, and she ran a loofah slowly across them, then down her stomach, lingering between her thighs. Her movements were deliberate, almost like she knew I was watching, and I felt a surge of heat. I started to touch myself but stopped, not wanting to ruin the moment. It left me aching for the rest of the night. Marissa emerged in a sleek black dress that hugged her hips, her hair swept up elegantly. We drove in her convertible to a trendy jazz club downtown, grabbing a table in the back. The music was smooth, and the dim lighting gave us cover. Over drinks - a martini for her, a craft beer for me - I leaned in, telling her how stunning she was, how she made every woman in the room look ordinary. Oh, please, - she laughed, sipping her drink. - I'm old enough to be your mom. You're sexier than anyone my age, Marissa, - I said, my voice low. - You're killing me here. The music shifted to a slow, sultry number, and we hit the dance floor. The club was packed with couples like us - older women with younger guys - so we didn't stand out. As we swayed, I let my hand rest on her lower back, then daringly slid it lower, brushing the curve of her backside. She pressed closer, her hips grazing mine, and I could feel her warmth through the thin fabric of her dress. My body responded instantly, and when she tilted her hips slightly, I knew she felt it too. We left the club, both a little tipsy from the drinks and the chemistry. In her car, parked in a quiet lot, I couldn't hold back. I slid my hand up her thigh, feeling the heat of her skin through her stockings, and leaned in to kiss her neck, tasting the faint salt of her skin. Take me somewhere, - I murmured. - I need you. Her son was probably home, so her place was out. She suggested a boutique hotel she knew in Capitol Hill. We checked in, and the room was plush - soft lighting, a king-sized bed, and a view of the city. I ordered a shot of bourbon to steady my nerves, and then we were on each other. Our kisses were hungry, urgent. Marissa slipped off her dress, revealing a black lace lingerie set that made my breath catch. Her breasts were perfect, full and soft, with dark, taut nipples that begged to be touched. I trailed my lips from her collarbone to her chest, teasing one nipple with my tongue, circling it slowly until she gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair. I sucked gently, then harder, feeling her arch against me. Her skin was warm, her scent a mix of jasmine and desire. I peeled off her stockings, kissing my way down her thighs. When I reached her center, she was already wet, her folds glistening. I parted them with my fingers, exploring every inch with slow, deliberate licks, savoring her taste - sweet and musky. Her hips bucked as I flicked my tongue over her clit, alternating between soft swirls and firm pressure. She moaned my name, her voice raw, and I felt her thighs tremble as I slipped a finger inside, curling it to find that sensitive spot. Her gasps turned to cries, and I kept going until she shuddered, her orgasm washing over her in waves. We shifted into a 69, her lips wrapping around me as I continued to taste her. Her mouth was warm, her tongue teasing the tip before taking me deeper, her hands guiding my rhythm. The sensation was overwhelming, her heat and the slickness of her mouth driving me to the edge. I couldn't hold back, finishing across her chest with a groan. But I was hard again in moments, her touch reigniting me. Please, - she whispered, her eyes dark with need. - I want you inside me. I positioned myself above her, guiding myself into her slowly, savoring the tight, wet heat that enveloped me. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, and we found a rhythm - slow at first, then faster, our bodies slapping together as the bed creaked beneath us. Her nails dug into my back, and I kissed her hard, swallowing her moans. We switched positions, her on top, riding me with a confidence that made my head spin. Her breasts bounced with each movement, and I gripped her hips, guiding her as she ground against me, her breath hitching as another climax built. We went again, this time with her bent over the edge of the bed, my hands gripping her hips as I thrust into her from behind. The angle let me hit deeper, and she pushed back against me, urging me on. I reached around to stroke her clit, and she came again, her cries muffled in the pillows. I followed soon after, collapsing beside her, both of us slick with sweat. We didn't stop there. Hours later, after a quick break, I explored her again, this time slower, more deliberate, kissing every inch of her body before focusing on her core once more. She returned the favor, her mouth working magic until I was begging for release. We went three more rounds, each one a blur of heat and pleasure, until we were both utterly spent. I dragged myself home at 7 a.m., still buzzing but empty-handed - the $30 was gone, spent on drinks and the club's cover charge. Mom wasn't happy, and I mumbled some excuse about losing track of time. Totally worth it, though.

I'm 47, lean, with a rugged charm and a few silver streaks in my dark hair that women find intriguing. I'm a project director for a renewable energy company, and life's hitting a high note. My career's soaring, and my personal life's just as vibrant. I'm married to a woman 10 years my junior, whose beauty draws attention everywhere. Having learned from past relationships, we've crafted a marriage with enough freedom to keep things fresh. We both embrace our desires openly, which fuels our connection and makes every day feel electric. I want to share a recent romantic escapade that left me buzzing with energy. It unfolded in Miami, where I traveled from Boston for a conference. After a morning of presentations and a lunch with industry partners, I returned to my hotel to unwind. By late afternoon, I set out to explore the city and stopped by a trendy boutique to find a gift for my wife. Inside, a saleswoman was assisting a striking young woman trying on a silk dress and a cropped jacket. Their conversation drifted my way - the saleswoman raved about how the outfit accentuated her elegance, but the young woman hesitated, saying it stretched her budget. I apologized for interrupting and said it'd be a pity for someone so captivating to miss out on an outfit that seemed made for her. I offered to buy it as a gift. She looked startled and declined politely, but I persisted with a warm smile until she relented. My only condition? "I'd love to see how it looks on you." She emerged from the fitting room, and I was floored. The dress clung to her curves, highlighting her graceful hips and long legs. The jacket added a chic edge, framing her slender shoulders. I couldn't hold back my admiration, praising her poise and the way she owned the look. When she returned to the fitting room, she left the door slightly ajar - perhaps intentionally. I caught a glimpse of her slipping out of the dress, revealing a delicate lace bra and matching panties. The saleswoman noticed my gaze and gave me a sly grin. While waiting, I asked the saleswoman to show me some lingerie for my wife, who loves pieces that make her feel irresistible. I chose a deep burgundy set - a bra with intricate embroidery, a thong with satin ties, and a sheer chemise that promised allure. The young woman, now back in her casual clothes, nodded approvingly at my selections. I paid for both our purchases, and we left with our gift bags. I suggested we grab a drink. She chose a passionfruit mojito over coffee. Her name was Ava, a 23-year-old art student living with roommates, unattached. I shared a bit about my life, keeping it open but relaxed, and we quickly built a comfortable trust. I mentioned I'd be free the next morning after 9 and asked if she'd show me around Miami. To my delight, she agreed, and we planned to meet. The next day, Ava arrived in the outfit I'd bought, looking radiant. Passersby couldn't help but stare as we strolled through the city. We visited the vibrant Wynwood Walls, wandered the bustling streets of South Beach, and lingered at a waterfront park. Lunchtime came, and she led me to a lively Cuban café. Over mojitos and empanadas, we laughed, swapped stories, and ventured into more personal territory. When I hinted at the playful, sensual dynamic I share with my wife, Ava's cheeks flushed, but her eyes sparkled with curiosity. I let my hand rest on her thigh under the table, and when she leaned closer, I traced the sensitive skin along her inner thigh. Her skin was warm, like silk under my fingertips, and she didn't pull away. Emboldened, I ventured higher, brushing against the fabric of her dress. A gentle press revealed her warmth, and her subtle shift toward me confirmed her interest. I suggested we pay and head to my hotel. We took an Uber to the Fontainebleau and hurried to my suite. The moment the door clicked shut, our lips met in a hungry kiss, the tension from the day igniting. Ava's hands roamed my chest, unbuttoning my shirt with urgency, while I eased the dress off her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. Her bra followed, revealing small, perfect breasts with dark, taut nipples begging for attention. I kissed my way down her neck, lingering at her collarbone before taking one nipple into my mouth, teasing it with slow, deliberate swirls of my tongue. She gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair. Her hands fumbled with my belt, and I helped her, stepping out of my pants as she knelt, her breath warm against me. She admitted she'd only been with younger guys who rushed things, so I guided her gently, showing her how to take her time. Her lips were soft, tentative at first, then bolder, drawing a low groan from me as she found her rhythm. "You're doing so good - just like that - keep going, " I murmured, my voice thick with need. Before I lost control, I lifted her to the bed, trailing kisses down her stomach until I reached the delicate lace of her panties. I slid them off, revealing her glistening core, pink and inviting. My tongue traced her slowly, savoring her sweet, musky taste. I circled her clit, alternating between soft licks and gentle suction, feeling her thighs tremble against my shoulders. Her moans grew louder, her hips bucking as I pressed a finger inside, curling it to find the spot that made her gasp. "Oh god - don't stop - please, " she panted, her voice desperate. I didn't, intensifying my rhythm until she shattered, her body arching as she cried out, her release flooding my senses. Still trembling, she pulled me up, her eyes wild with want. I grabbed a condom, rolling it on as I teased her entrance with the tip, rubbing it against her swollen clit until she whimpered. I entered her slowly, her tightness gripping me as I pushed deeper, inch by inch. Her walls pulsed around me, and I groaned at the intensity. "You feel so good - so tight - move with me, " I urged, and she did, meeting my thrusts with a rhythm that drove us both wild. Her nails dug into my back as she moaned, "Harder - please - I need it." I quickened my pace, each thrust deeper, her gasps spurring me on. I felt her clench around me, her second climax building. I angled my hips to hit just right, and she came undone, her cries echoing as her body shook. I flipped her onto me, letting her ride, her hips grinding as she chased another peak. Her breasts bounced with each movement, her face flushed with pleasure. "You're so beautiful - keep going - let go, " I growled, gripping her hips. She did, screaming as she came again, her spasms pushing me over the edge. I thrust up, my release crashing through me, leaving us both breathless. We collapsed, her body curled against mine, my fingers tracing her curves as we caught our breath. I kissed her forehead, savoring the warmth of her skin. She admitted she'd never experienced anything like this - her past encounters were rushed, unsatisfying. "I didn't know it could feel this good - you've ruined me for anyone else, " she teased, her voice soft but sincere. When she slipped into the bathroom to freshen up, I tucked some cash into her purse - enough for a ride home and a small treat to remember our day. I hoped it'd make her smile when she thought of me.

I've always wanted to write down a story, and two weeks ago, something wild happened that gave me one worth sharing. This is my first shot at it, so bear with me. I'm Jake, 28, married, standing at 5'10" with a solid build - not a gym rat, but my years of rowing have left me with a strong back and shoulders. My hair's dark blonde, my arms are decent, not ripped but not skinny, and my legs are sturdy from years of sports. I've got a firm backside, or so I'm told. Here's what went down two weeks ago. My wife, Chloe, is average height, with generous, heavy breasts and a thick, curvy lower half - her hips and ass are a showstopper, perfectly matched by her toned thighs. She's eight months pregnant, so her mom, Margaret, came to stay with us to help out around the house, giving Chloe a break while I'm at work. Chloe still heads to her office job a few days a week. Margaret, 59, is short, maybe 5'2", with an even fuller figure - her backside is rounder than Chloe's, her breasts larger but softened by age, carrying a natural weight. Margaret had been with us for four days. I work the graveyard shift, so I only catch her when I drag myself home at dawn or after I wake up in the late afternoon. On the fourth day, Chloe had already left for work when I got back, leaving just Margaret at the house. She was in the shower when I walked in. I trudged to our bedroom, tapped on the bathroom door, and called out. Morning, ma'am, I'm home, - I said, sticking with "ma'am" like I always have, even now that she's my mother-in-law. Hey, good to know, hon! I'll be out in a sec to whip up some breakfast, - she replied, her voice warm. No need, I'm probably just gonna crash, - I said, exhausted. No way, you're eating first. Hang tight, - she shot back. I slumped on the bed, waiting maybe five minutes. When she stepped out, she came over, planted a quick kiss on my forehead, and headed downstairs to cook - still wrapped in a short bathrobe that hugged her curves but covered everything. I followed, plopping down at the dining table. Then I heard a clatter - a fork hitting the floor. I'll get it, ma'am, so you don't have to bend over, - I offered, but the words caught in my throat. Margaret had already squatted to grab it, her robe riding up, baring her full, rounded backside. The sight was unreal, her curves even more pronounced in that position. She stood, the robe still hitched above her hips, and I couldn't tear my eyes away. Got it, no worries, - she said, turning. She caught me staring, flushed red, and tugged the robe down. - Oh, Jake, I'm so sorry. That wasn't supposed to happen. I'm mortified. It's all good, ma'am, don't sweat it. We're family. It's not like some random guy saw, - I said, trying to sound casual. She plated up breakfast, and we talked about my night at work. I thanked her and headed upstairs to sleep, but that image - her bare, voluptuous form - was burned into my brain. It stirred something primal. Trying to unwind, I started touching myself, scrolling through some steamy online stories. Midway through, a twisted idea hit: what if Margaret walked in? I left the bedroom door half-open, stripped naked, and lay on the bed's edge, fully exposed to the hallway. I stroked slowly, deliberately, waiting for her to come up. When I heard her steps on the stairs, I let my eyes flutter shut, peeking just enough to see. Margaret stopped at the door, her gaze locked on me. She started to move toward her room but doubled back, standing still, watching. I expected her to do something bold - maybe touch herself or step inside, like in those fantasy videos - but she just stared, expression unreadable. I picked up the pace, letting the thrill carry me, and finished with a shudder, my release spilling across my chest. I opened my eyes as she slipped into her room, leaving the door ajar. Seizing the moment, I stood, still naked, and walked to the bathroom for tissues, acting shocked when I "saw" her. Ma'am, crap, I'm sorry! I thought you were still downstairs, - I said, covering my groin with my hands. She looked rattled but said, - It's fine, Jake, really. This is your house. You do you. Still, my bad, - I said, playing it up. - While I'm here, got any wet wipes? I, uh, made a mess. - I knew she had some in her room. Yeah, let me grab 'em, - she said, starting to move. No, I'll get them, - I cut in, dropping my hands to reveal my semi-erect length. I stepped to her nightstand, grabbed the wipes, and started cleaning myself right there, my pulse hammering. I was nervous as hell but too deep to back out. Can I ask you something, ma'am? - I said, voice low. She didn't look away, her eyes flicking over me. - Sure, hon, anything. Did you like what you saw back there? - I asked, point-blank. She froze, cheeks flaming, struggling to respond. It's okay, you can tell me. We're tight. This stays between us, - I said, stepping closer. I... God, it's been forever since I felt that kind of rush, - she admitted, voice shaky. - My husband hasn't been able to... you know, in years. We gave up. But seeing you, my heart was pounding. My body lit up. I wanted to... to come closer, to touch you while you were there, eyes shut. But it's wrong, Jake. You're my son-in-law. Chill, no one's gonna know, - I said, voice steady. - Let me make you feel alive again. I rested my hand on her head, gently guiding her toward me. She hesitated, eyes wide. This is so messed up. If Chloe finds out, she'll despise me. You'll split up, - she said, almost pleading. She won't. Just do what you wanted to do back there, - I urged, firm but soft. She leaned forward, taking me into her mouth, her lips warm and tentative, no hands. Within moments, I was fully hard - about 7 inches, thick and heavy. She struggled at first, adjusting to my size. It's too much, I can't take it all, - she gasped, pulling back slightly, her breath ragged. Just keep going, ma'am, you've got this, - I said, my hand lightly pressing her head. - Don't stop. Stop calling me ma'am, - she said, voice husky. - Call me Mama. It... it gets me going, hearing you say it while I'm doing this to my daughter's man. Alright, Mama, keep sucking. I want all of you, - I said, my own voice catching. I pulled her up from the chair and set her on her knees. She dove back in, reaching for me, but I guided her hands to my hips instead. She gripped me, pulling me deeper, gagging as I hit the back of her throat, her saliva coating me. Damn, Mama, you're a pro. Bet you were a firecracker back in the day. Now you're gonna be my firecracker, - I said, half-growling. I helped her stand and told her to strip. She peeled off her robe, revealing heavy, sagging breasts with wide, dark areolas and a soft, curved body. I laid her on the bed, latching onto her nipples, sucking hard until she moaned, her hands clutching my hair. I moved lower, kissing her smooth, freshly shaved skin, her scent musky and intoxicating. My tongue explored her folds, teasing her clit, and she writhed, already soaked. Oh, God, don't stop, - she begged, voice desperate. - My husband never did this. I've craved it forever. Keep going, please, deeper. I worked her with my tongue, flicking and sucking until her thighs clamped around my head. She came hard, a gush of release soaking my chin - something Chloe's too reserved to let loose. Put it in, now, Jake! - she demanded, her voice raw. Anything for Mama, - I said, sliding into her in missionary, slow at first, her warmth gripping me. I sucked her breasts, biting gently as I thrust deeper. Then I flipped her over. - Let's do it like Chloe's favorite - doggy. She got on all fours, her full ass high. I kissed her curves, teasing her tight ring with my tongue until she squirmed, begging. I entered her again, gripping her hips, each thrust making her moan louder, her body shaking. Yes, Jake, I get why Chloe picked you, - she panted, five years my senior. - Show me everything you do to her... and what you haven't. Her words were like fuel. Alright, Mama, you're mine now. I'm gonna do whatever I want, but first, you're giving me something extra, - I said, lying back. - Sit that perfect ass you flashed at breakfast on my face. That's what I'm craving. She straddled my face, her weight settling over me. I devoured her, my tongue alternating between her slick folds and her puckered ring as she ground against me, her moans muffled by her thighs. After a while, I put her back on her knees, thrusting deep, my hands digging into her hips. I spat on her back entrance, easing my thumb in, pumping fast. She didn't flinch - she arched back, moaning louder, urging me on. I pulled out, lined up, and slid into her ass, something I'd never done with Chloe. The tightness was unreal, her gasps turning to cries of pleasure. I thrust until I couldn't hold back, finishing inside, my release spilling out as I pulled away. I caught it with my fingers, bringing them to her lips. Eat it all, Mama, - I said, voice low. She did, her eyes locked on mine. I cleaned up with the wipes, showered, and collapsed into bed. It's been over a week, and three more times when Chloe's been at work, I've hooked up with Margaret, each encounter pushing the boundaries further.

I stirred from an afternoon doze in our quiet suburban home, catching the low hum of my mother-in-law's voice as she chatted with her old friend, Diane, in the living room. Their words drifted through the open window, and I couldn't help but listen. She was saying: The kids are so good to me, honestly. I know I'm in the way here, but with my savings gone, where else can I turn? Some days, it gets to me - like when I hear them in their bedroom, lost in each other. The passion in their lovemaking is so intense, it stirs something in me, makes me ache to join them. My daughter, Lila, must be in bliss, judging by the way her moans spill out, barely hushed so I won't notice. And if that weren't enough to set me on edge, something happened that I need to share - but Diane, please, this stays between us. About ten days ago, I caught my son-in-law, Caleb, stark naked. He'd left the laundry room door ajar after a shower, and there he was, towel in hand. Let me tell you, his cock was striking - long, thick, even soft. The sight of it burned into me, and now I dream of it filling me, night after night. I envy Lila so much. That day, I was so overwhelmed I had to slip away and pleasure myself for ages to calm the fire in me. Oh, Nancy, I can only imagine the torment of seeing that and not being able to touch it, to explore it. I feel guilty even saying it, but sometimes I want to beg Caleb to take me like he takes Lila. Just once, to relive that rush, that raw joy of sex. Why not try? Flirt a little. If you're careful, Lila won't know. You're right, but I'm terrified. She's my daughter - it's wrong, and my conscience gnaws at me. What if he turns me down and tells her? It'd tear everything apart. Don't be foolish. Men are rarely shy about these things, and you're still a catch, Nancy. You've kept yourself in shape - it'd be a pity not to let yourself feel alive again. Maybe. If the moment feels right, I might take the plunge. You can't imagine how much I crave him since that glimpse. It's in my dreams, every single night. This conversation unfolded in our home, where Nancy, my mother-in-law, had moved in after her divorce left her broke. With no kids of our own, we had the space, though I'd hesitated before agreeing. At 55, she was striking - always meticulous about her appearance, with a figure that, as Diane suggested, could still turn heads. I waited a bit before stepping out to say hello, acting oblivious. I did catch Diane's not-so-subtle glance at my jeans, her eyes lingering with curiosity. Days later, Nancy's words still echoed in my mind, shifting how I saw her. I'd always noted her beauty for her age, but I'd never considered her sexually - until now. Her confession lit a spark of desire, and I resolved to act on it. The opportunity came when Lila, a veterinarian, left for a three-week conference out of state. I didn't wait long. The first night alone, I planned my approach. After a light dinner and some idle TV, we retreated to our rooms. I gave it a few minutes, assuming Nancy was settling in, and, stroking myself to full arousal, I slipped into her bedroom. Nancy, I think I overdid it at the gym today - my back's killing me, - I said, easing onto the bed beside her, my bulge evident through my shorts. That's strange. You didn't mention it earlier, - she said, her gaze flicking to my crotch, where my cock strained against the fabric. Mind if I rest here a bit? Maybe a quick rub would help, - I said, keeping my tone casual. You sure? Or is it Lila's hands you're missing? - she teased, her eyes still locked on me. Yours would do just fine, - I said, guiding her hand to my lower back, encouraging her to knead the muscle. If it doesn't ease up, I can get you some liniment, - she offered, but her focus remained on my erection, now impossible to ignore. I didn't let her derail me. I slid closer, pressing my thigh against hers, letting her feel the heat of my arousal through the thin fabric. Caleb, what's this about? - she asked, her voice wavering. Just feeling close to you. It's soothing, - I said, pulling her gently against me, my cock brushing her hip. Are you out of your mind? - she whispered, but there was no real protest in her tone. Not at all, - I said, my hand grazing her breast, thumb circling her nipple through her nightgown. Stop, please - what are you doing? - she said, but her body leaned into my touch. I'm feeling you, Nancy. I'm worked up, - I said, taking her hand and placing it on my cock, letting her feel its weight. This is too much. I'm your mother-in-law, - she said, but her fingers curled around me, hesitant yet curious. No games, Nancy. I heard you talking to Diane - how you've been dreaming about this. I'm here to make it real, - I said, my voice low, certain. You eavesdropped? And now you're using it against me? - she said, but her grip tightened. I'm not using anything. I'm giving us what we both want. Let's make tonight unforgettable, - I said, sliding her nightgown up her thighs, my fingers brushing her panties, finding them already damp. Her conversation with Diane had stripped away her defenses. She didn't deny her desire, couldn't, and the air between us crackled with it. I leaned in, kissing her softly at first, then deeper, my tongue coaxing hers into a dance. She sighed, melting into me, her resistance gone. That kiss unleashed everything. I tugged the nightgown over her head, revealing her full breasts, nipples stiff under my gaze. I moved down, kissing her stomach, her thighs, until I reached her panties. She lifted her hips as I peeled them off, exposing her pussy - glistening, framed by soft curls. I parted her thighs, my breath hot against her skin, and began. My tongue traced her outer lips, slow and deliberate, savoring her tangy sweetness. She shivered, a soft moan escaping as I dipped deeper, lapping at her inner folds, her clit swelling under my touch. I sucked gently, then harder, feeling her hips buck against my mouth. My fingers joined in, one circling her entrance, then slipping inside, curling to find that sensitive spot. Her walls clenched around me, her moans growing louder, more desperate. Oh, God, Caleb - this is too much, - she gasped, her hands gripping my hair, pulling me closer. We're just starting, - I murmured against her skin, my tongue flicking her clit in quick, relentless strokes. I worked her thoroughly, my mouth and fingers in sync, drawing out every shudder, every gasp. Her first orgasm hit like a wave, her body arching, a muffled cry breaking free as she clamped her thighs around my head. Her juices coated my lips, and I drank her in, unrelenting, pushing her toward another peak. I slid a second finger inside, pumping slowly, while my tongue circled her clit, now hypersensitive. She writhed, her breaths ragged, until another climax tore through her, her voice raw with pleasure. Fuck, Caleb - I've never... please, don't stop, - she panted, her body trembling under me. I eased up, kissing her thighs, letting her catch her breath. But I wasn't done. I moved back up, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on my lips. Her hands roamed my chest, hungry, and I knew she was ready for more. Time for the next part, - I said, stepping away briefly to grab a small bag from my room - a vibrator and a sleek dildo, toys Lila and I had used to great effect. What's that? - she asked, eyes wide but curious. Just a little something to spice things up, - I said, grinning. You're wild, - she said, but her voice was thick with anticipation. I want this to blow your mind, Nancy, - I said, climbing back onto the bed. I spread her legs again, switching on the vibrator and pressing it to her clit. The low hum made her gasp, her body jolting as the sensations hit. She squirmed, biting her lip, her moans filling the room. I kept the vibrator steady, watching her face contort with pleasure, then leaned down to suck her nipples, rolling them between my lips, grazing them with my teeth. Her breasts were soft, heavy, and her reactions - sharp gasps, arched back - drove me wild. Her hand found my cock, stroking me with urgency, nearly pushing me over the edge. Slow down, or I'll lose it, - I warned, pulling back to focus on her. I replaced the vibrator with the dildo, easing it into her pussy, inch by inch. She was soaked, and it slid in smoothly, her walls gripping it as I thrust it gently. Her moans deepened, her hips rocking to meet each motion. I leaned in, sucking her clit while working the dildo, the dual assault making her scream, her third orgasm crashing through her, her body shaking violently. Caleb, I can't - it's too good, - she cried, her voice breaking. You're doing amazing. Now it's my turn, - I said, tossing the toys aside. She lay on her back, legs spread, her pussy glistening with arousal. I lifted her ankles to my shoulders, positioning my cock at her entrance. I teased her first, rubbing the head along her slit, coating myself in her wetness, before pushing in slowly. She was tight, her walls hugging me as I filled her, inch by inch. Easy, Caleb - you're so big, - she whispered, her hands gripping the sheets. I've got you. Just feel it, - I said, moving deliberately, letting her adjust. Oh, it's - it's filling me up, - she moaned, her eyes fluttering shut. I set a slow rhythm, savoring the heat of her, the way her pussy pulsed around me. Her moans grew louder, her hips meeting my thrusts, urging me deeper. I leaned down, kissing her neck, her breasts, as I picked up the pace, driving into her with steady force. Her nails raked my back, her breaths hitching. I'm close - fuck, Caleb, - she gasped, her body tensing. Let it go, - I said, thrusting harder, feeling her tighten around me. She came with a scream, her pussy clenching my cock, pulling me with her. I groaned, my own release hitting, spilling into her in hot, pulsing waves. We collapsed, breathless, tangled in each other. I slid my fingers into her dripping pussy, bringing them to her lips. She sucked them eagerly, her eyes locked on mine, a silent promise of more. We cleaned up in the bathroom, but I wasn't finished. I grabbed some lube, knowing what I wanted next. Back in bed, we lay spooning, my cock already stirring against her ass. I kissed her neck, my hand cupping her breast, thumb teasing her nipple, while my other hand roamed her curves, slipping between her cheeks. I lubed a finger and circled her anus, easing it in gently. Caleb, you're not - not there, are you? - she said, tensing. Trust me. It'll feel incredible, - I said, adding a second finger, working her open. I'm nervous - it's so big, - she said, but her body relaxed, yielding. I'll go slow. You'll love it, - I promised, stretching her carefully. When she was ready, I positioned her on her stomach, pillow under her hips. I lubed my cock and pressed the tip against her anus, pushing past the resistance with care. She gasped, clutching the sheets, but I whispered for her to breathe, holding still until she nodded. I moved deeper, the lube easing my way, until I was buried in her tight, hot ass. It's - intense, - she moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure. You're perfect, - I said, starting a slow rhythm, each thrust drawing a whimper from her. I handed her the vibrator, guiding it to her clit. She hesitated, then pressed it against herself, the buzz amplifying her moans. I fucked her ass steadily, feeling her body respond, her pussy clenching through the thin wall separating us. The vibrator pushed her over the edge again, her orgasm ripping through her, her ass tightening around me until I couldn't hold back, cumming hard, filling her with a low groan. We lay there, spent, until dawn broke, and she stirred, her hand finding my cock again, stroking lazily. Still want more? - I teased, already hardening. After last night? I need to worship this, - she said, sliding down to take me in her mouth. Her lips wrapped around me, tongue swirling, sucking with a hunger that drove me wild. She worked me expertly, hands and mouth in tandem, until I was throbbing, desperate. I pulled her up, flipping her onto her side, and entered her pussy from behind, fucking her with slow, deep thrusts. We came together, a final, shattering climax that left us limp. Morning came, and I rushed to work, but not before catching Nancy on the phone with Diane: You were right, Diane - it happened. He came to my room, said he was sore, and next thing I knew, he was touching me. I tried to resist, but he'd heard us talking, and I couldn't hold back. Was it good? God, I've never felt so alive. His cock - it's a dream... I didn't like that she'd shared our secret, but there'd be time to address it. For now, we had weeks ahead to explore every desire - and we did, in ways that left us both reeling. Even Diane got a taste, thanks to her nudging.

After my breakup a few months back, I'd thrown myself into a new chapter - moved into a creaky, high-ceilinged apartment in the city, landed a gig that paid better than I'd hoped, and swore I'd stop moping and start living. Some friends, Jake and Emily, were throwing a housewarming party at their new place. I wasn't exactly in the mood for small talk, but they'd insisted I come and crash there after, so I figured a night of free booze might shake me out of my funk. The scene was predictable: couples tangled up in each other, laughing too loud, while I hovered near the kitchen island, nursing a whiskey sour. I was halfway through my third when Emily dragged me over to meet Lauren. Lauren was a knockout in a way that hit you slow and then all at once - 43, recently divorced, a single mom with a teenage son, standing about 5'10" in her low heels. Her auburn hair fell in loose waves just past her collarbone, framing a face with sharp cheekbones and hazel eyes that caught the light. She had this easy confidence, a body that curved in all the right places - full hips, a soft waist, and a chest that strained against her deep green blouse, probably a solid 38D. Her skin had a warm, olive glow, and though she was 15 years older than me, the age gap only made her more magnetic. The party buzzed on, but everyone else seemed too busy with their own flirtations to notice us. So, Lauren and I fell into conversation - first about the terrible playlist, then about her ex's midlife crisis motorcycle phase. The whiskey sours kept coming, and soon we were leaning closer, trading stories and sly smiles. By 2 a.m., the crowd had thinned, and she tipped her glass back, laughing. "No way I'm driving home after this." "Stay here with me, " I said, half-teasing, expecting her to brush it off. But she met my eyes, smirked, and said, "Why not? " The guest room was small, just a lumpy futon and a quilt that smelled faintly of lavender. Once the house went quiet, we slipped under the covers, and the air between us thickened. Her hand brushed my arm first, tentative, testing. I slid mine along her side, tracing the dip of her waist, and she shifted closer, her breath warm against my neck. Lauren's blouse was already unbuttoned from earlier, and when I peeled it back, her breasts spilled free - heavy and firm, with dusky pink nipples that tightened under my touch. I cupped one, feeling its weight, and rolled my thumb over the peak. She arched into me, a low hum escaping her throat. I dipped my head, catching her other nipple between my lips, sucking gently at first, then harder, letting my teeth graze the sensitive skin. She gasped, her fingers digging into my shoulder, and when I tugged with a slow, deliberate pull, her whole body shuddered, a sharp moan breaking the silence. "Too much? " I murmured, pulling back, but she shook her head, eyes glinting. "I like it when it stings a little." That flipped a switch in me. I pinched her nipple between my fingers, twisting just enough to make her squirm, and she threw her head back, biting her lip to stifle the sound. Her skin flushed pink down her chest, and I couldn't resist - I slid out from under the quilt, pulling her with me. I turned her around, pressing her hips against the edge of the futon so she had to brace herself on her elbows. Her jeans were tight, but I worked them down, taking her lace underwear with them, until she was bare from the waist down. She stepped out of the pile of fabric, and I nudged her thighs apart with my knee, exposing her completely. Her skin glistened faintly in the dim light, her folds already slick and swollen, begging for attention. I ran my fingers along her inner thigh, teasing, then traced the length of her slit, parting her gently. She was soaked, her heat radiating against my hand. I tugged at her outer lips, pulling them down and out, stretching her open, and she groaned, pushing back against me. "More, " she mumbled, voice thick, so I grabbed a spare pillowcase from the futon, balled it up, and pressed it to her lips. She opened her mouth, letting me stuff it in, her eyes wide and wild. With her muffled, I sank two fingers into her, slow at first, feeling her clench around me. She was tight but yielding, and I twisted my hand, curling my fingers to hit that spot inside her. Her hips bucked, a choked cry vibrating into the fabric. I added a third finger, then a fourth, stretching her wider with each thrust, my palm slick with her arousal. She rocked against me, desperate, and I went deeper, working my whole hand inside her, fisting her with a steady rhythm. Her walls pulsed around me, hot and wet, and I could feel every tremor as she climbed higher. My other hand roamed her chest, pinching one nipple until it was red and stiff, then switching to the other, pulling it long and letting it snap back. Lauren's muffled moans turned into ragged whimpers, her body trembling under the onslaught. I kept going, relentless, until she seized up, her thighs quaking as she came undone, a flood of warmth coating my hand. She slumped forward, panting into the pillowcase, and I eased out of her, watching her twitch with aftershocks. I was aching by then, my erection straining against my boxers. I pulled the fabric from her mouth - she gasped for air, dazed - and stepped in front of her. She looked up, still on her knees, hair mussed and lips parted. I freed myself and started stroking, slow and deliberate, right in her line of sight. Her eyes locked on me, hungry, and it pushed me over the edge fast. I came hard, ropes of it landing across her chest and chin, dripping down her flushed skin. I helped her up, legs still shaky, and handed her the blouse to wipe off with. She managed a weak, "God, thank you, " before we collapsed back onto the futon, tangled and spent, the room spinning faintly as sleep took over.

Wednesday, September 18, 2024, 10: 47 PM - the wind howled through the empty streets, and a cold, misty rain soaked everything in sight. I stumbled out of the downtown bar where I'd been waiting tables, exhausted and cursing the double shift. My sneakers were soaked through, and my black leggings clung to my legs like a second skin. My jacket hood did little to keep the water out of my eyes. I ducked under the awning of a closed bodega and fumbled with my phone to open the rideshare app. "Marcus will be your driver tonight." Fine. I just needed to get home, kick off these wet clothes, and crawl under a blanket. A beat-up blue Honda Civic rolled up after a few minutes. I slid into the passenger seat, shaking off the chill, and felt his eyes on me before I even shut the door. He didn't hide it - gave me a slow, deliberate once-over. Hazel eyes, a scruffy beard with streaks of gray, maybe pushing fifty. He had on a faded leather jacket, a dark red Henley shirt, and boots that looked like they'd seen better days. "You work late like this a lot? " he asked, his voice gravelly, hinting at something beneath the surface. "When I have to, " I shot back, keeping it short. The first stretch of the ride was quiet, just the hum of the engine and the slap of wipers against the windshield. But I caught him glancing my way every time we hit a red light. Then, out of the blue, his hand slid off the gearshift and rested on my knee. I froze, my pulse kicking up, but I didn't move it. I stared straight ahead, watching the rain blur the streetlights. He cranked the heat up and said, low and rough, "You've got a hell of a figure, you know that? " I swallowed hard, shifted in my seat just enough to nudge my legs apart, testing the air. "Want me to find a spot? " he murmured, his fingers tracing slow circles now. I grabbed his wrist and guided his hand higher, pressing it where I wanted it. My voice came out steady but edged. "Keep driving... there's a parking lot behind the old warehouse, two streets down. Go there." He nodded, silent, and turned the wheel with one hand. When he pulled into the deserted lot, the fogged-up windows turned the world outside into a smear of gray. The rain tapped a steady rhythm on the roof. I climbed over the console into the backseat, heart pounding. He didn't hesitate - killed the engine, got out, and yanked open the back door to join me. I sprawled across the seat, legs wide. He loomed over me, his mouth crashing against my collarbone, rough and urgent, teeth grazing skin. He tugged my leggings down in one messy pull - they bunched at my knees, but he didn't bother fixing it. His fingers hooked my underwear aside, and he dove in, his breath hot against me. "Goddamn, you're soaked... this what you like, huh? " he growled. "Yeah..." I rasped, fisting his jacket. "Don't you dare stop." His tongue was relentless, and his fingers curled inside me, hitting every nerve. I arched against the cracked leather seat, nails digging into whatever I could grab. When he pulled up, his beard glistened, and his eyes were wild. "C'mon, sweetheart, " he said, shoving his jeans down just enough. He didn't wait - pushed into me hard, filling me in one brutal thrust. "Shit! " I gasped, half-laughing. "You asshole..." "You love it... taking it like this, " he said, voice thick as he rocked into me, the whole car swaying. The rain muffled everything outside, a constant drone. My legs hooked over his shoulders as he gripped my hips, driving deeper, no letup. Then, through the haze of the back window, I saw it - a hunched figure in a neon green poncho, shuffling past with a dog on a leash. Marcus clocked it too. "Keep going..." I muttered, breathless. "But ease up... make it last..." I raked my hands down his arms as he slowed, each move deliberate, dragging it out. "You get off on this, don't you? The risk..." he taunted, smirking. "Less talking, more fucking, " I fired back. He slid a hand between us, working me over while he kept that slow, punishing rhythm. I trembled, caught in it. The figure vanished into the night, and Marcus ramped it up again. The seat creaked under us, my voice breaking over the sound of the storm. "Gonna leave you a mess..." he panted. "You ready for it? " "Do it..." I moaned. "Come on, give it to me." He pulled out at the last second, cum across my stomach, warm and slick, streaking down my skin. We stayed there, chests heaving, the air thick with steam and the rain still pounding outside. "Okay..." I said finally, wiping a hand across my brow as I tugged my leggings back up. "Get me home now." He chuckled, zipped up, and climbed back into the driver's seat, the engine rumbling to life once more.

On Fridays, my dad always hosted a get-together with his buddies. They'd lock themselves in the basement den, cracking open beers and laughing over card games, while my stepmom headed out with her girlfriends for cocktails. My stepsister and I usually ended up at college parties or grabbing late-night burgers with friends. I'd met both my parents' crews plenty of times, and I couldn't deny the heat that flared up whenever I saw Mark, my dad's closest friend. He was older, ruggedly handsome, with broad shoulders that screamed gym hours and a trimmed beard that framed his jaw just right. I'd fantasize about him scooping me up in those strong arms. He always smelled like cedar and spice, and I didn't care if he caught me staring. Whenever I greeted him, I'd tilt my head just enough to brush the corner of his lips with mine, and he'd play along, pulling me in by the waist until I was pressed against him. It happened every time, like our little unspoken game. That Friday, I decided to skip the usual plans. I was restless, buzzing with energy I couldn't shake, so I took a steamy shower and slipped into a lacy red bra and panties set. I snapped a few mirror pics - damn, I looked good - and didn't want it to go to waste. Voices drifted up from downstairs; Dad's friends had arrived. I threw on some tight leggings and a cropped tank top, then sauntered down to say hi. I worked the room, flashing smiles at everyone, until I spotted Mark off to the side. He was in dark jeans and a gray Henley, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, top button undone. My pulse kicked up a notch as I made a beeline for him. "Hey, Mark, " I said, leaning in. His eyes raked over me, and I went for it - a quick, bold peck right on his lips. It was so fast no one noticed, but it threw him off for a split second. Then he recovered, gripping my hips and pulling me into a "hug." His breath was hot against my ear as he murmured, "You're looking way too good tonight." I was already soaked, but before I could respond, Dad called out, herding the guys toward the den. I couldn't let it end there. I bolted upstairs, peeling off my clothes until I was down to the lace. I teased myself through the fabric, but it wasn't enough - I wanted him. He'd given me a sign, right? So I propped myself on the bed, legs spread in front of my full-length mirror, slid the panties aside, and snapped a photo. No hesitation - I sent it to Mark with a caption: "Waiting for you up here." Less than five minutes later, my door creaked open. Mark slipped inside, leaning back against it, just staring. I'd ditched the bra by then, lounging in nothing but a sheer robe, legs parted, fingers circling my chest. He tipped his head back, eyes shut, like he was fighting himself. Pointless. I stood and closed the distance. He didn't move as I pressed my lips to his neck, trailing kisses along his collarbone while I popped the buttons on his shirt. His breathing hitched, but he stayed still. I worked lower, tasting the hard planes of his stomach, then dropped to my knees and tugged at his jeans. His boxers strained against him - thick, tempting. I freed him, licking my lips. He was big, pulsing, already slick at the tip. I took him in my mouth, and his hand tangled in my hair, guiding me. He tasted salty and perfect, and I went all in, tears stinging my eyes as I took him deeper, spit dripping down my chin. He gripped my head with both hands now, thrusting hard but keeping his groans low. I slid a hand between my thighs, rubbing myself, but before I could get far, he yanked me up, spun me around, and pinned my face and chest to the door. One hand locked my wrists behind my back. "You have no idea how long I've wanted you like this, you little tease, " he growled, landing a sharp smack on my ass. I gasped, heat flooding me. He kissed my ear, my neck, working his way down until he was nipping at my cheeks, spreading kisses and bites across my skin. "Goddamn, this ass, " he muttered, delivering another smack before letting my hands go. I braced them on the door, arching back as he parted me and dove in. His tongue was wet and relentless, flicking over me like he'd done this a thousand times. Between licks and slaps, I was unraveling, and then I turned around, shoving his face where I needed it most. He didn't hesitate, devouring me as I gripped his hair. "Faster, please, faster, " I panted, rocking against his mouth. A second later, I shattered, trembling as he licked me clean. Then he scooped me up and carried me to the bed. He hovered over me, attacking my chest - sucking hard, biting my nipples until I was squirming. "I've gotten off thinking about these so many times, " he said, slapping one while he latched onto the other. "They're all yours, " I moaned. "Didn't know you were such a dirty girl, " he teased. I proved it, climbing on top of him, lining him up, and sinking down slow. I threw my head back at the stretch - so thick, so good. Once he was in, I rode him fast, and he grabbed my hips, slamming me down harder. Smacks and thrusts blurred together, pushing me to the edge, when his phone buzzed. It was Dad. He'd been gone too long for a "bathroom break." Without missing a beat, he answered, flipping me onto my back and clapping a hand over my mouth. "Yeah, got a work call, heading out soon, " he said, pounding into me. "Be there in a sec, man." The thrill of Dad waiting downstairs, oblivious, sent me over - I came hard, clenching around him. He hung up, tossed the phone, and rasped, "I'm gonna cum." "Inside, " I begged. "Fill me up." That did it - he groaned, unloading deep, and I felt it spill out, warm and messy. Then he kissed me, our first real one, all teeth and heat, the best I'd ever had. "See you next Friday, trouble, " he said, giving my sensitive skin a playful smack that made me jump. He dressed quick, stealing one more kiss before slipping out.

My mom had finalized her divorce just over a year ago, and it didn't take her long to remarry. The moment she introduced me to her new husband, I felt a rush deep in my core. He was tall, lean with just the right amount of muscle, sporting a neatly trimmed goatee that gave him a rugged edge. I could tell he was the kind of guy who didn't hold back in bed. I tried to keep my distance - and he did too, always acting cold and detached around me - but everything shifted one humid summer night. I caught my mom sneaking into the house with a guy and a woman in tow. Curiosity got the better of me, so I crept downstairs and peeked through the crack in the door. My jaw dropped when I realized she was tangled up with both of them, cheating on my stepdad without a shred of guilt. It flipped a switch in my head. If she could play around, why couldn't he? I was done pretending I didn't fantasize about him - about wrapping my lips around him until I couldn't breathe, tasting every drop, feeling him take me hard and fast. I wanted his face buried between my thighs, making me lose control until I exploded. The desire was eating me alive, and I couldn't hold it back anymore. So, over the next few days, I started testing the waters. When he'd get home from work, I'd "casually" be lounging in the living room - no bra, wearing tight crop tops that hugged my chest or short skirts that showed off my curves. He'd stare, his dark eyes intense, lingering on my body before looking away with that same stern expression. One Friday night, my mom left the house like she always did, off to hook up with someone new. I knew my stepdad would be home soon, and I wasn't about to let the chance slip by. The front door opened right into the living room, so I positioned myself on the couch, waiting. I had on a tiny black skirt and a lacy red thong that barely covered anything - my excitement already soaking through. Up top, I skipped the bra entirely, letting my breasts sit free, nipples hard against the thin fabric of my tank top. When I heard his truck pull into the driveway, I didn't hesitate. I spread my legs wide, slid my thong to the side, and started touching myself, slow and deliberate. The door swung open, and I kept going, even as he stepped inside - with a curvy brunette on his arm. Her eyes widened, but he didn't miss a beat. He stormed over, grabbed my wrist, and yanked me toward the laundry room while the woman bolted back out the door. "What the hell is wrong with you? " - he growled, his grip tight on my arm, sending a jolt of heat through me. "You were gonna screw that chick, huh? " - I shot back, locking eyes with him. His hold tightened, and I glanced down, noticing the bulge straining against his jeans. "Forget her. Screw me instead. I'll be your dirty little secret." - I leaned in close, brushing my lips against his jaw. He let go of my arm and grabbed my face with one hand, his fingers digging into my cheeks. "That what you want? " - His voice was low, rough. I let out a soft moan in response, and that was all it took. He spun me around fast, pressing my chest against the washing machine, my hips jutting out. He dropped to his knees behind me, hands kneading my ass. "This what you want, huh? " - He yanked my thong down in one swift pull, and I gasped as his tongue found me, teasing and tasting. His hands came down hard on my cheeks, the sting mixing with the pleasure as he devoured me. I couldn't stop moaning, my body trembling - until he stood, hoisted me up with those strong arms, and set me on the machine. "Spread 'em, " - he ordered, and I did, no hesitation. He dove in, his mouth working me over so good I could barely think straight. "Wait, I think - " - I couldn't finish the sentence. His warm tongue flicked faster, his stubble grazing my skin, and when he slid two fingers inside me, I lost it. My release hit hard, soaking his face, and he lapped it all up like he couldn't get enough. "Get over here." - He tugged me by the hair, pulling me down to my knees. With one hand, he shoved his jeans and boxers down, and I nearly drooled at the sight of him - thick, hard, ready. I took him in my mouth, sucking eagerly as he gripped my head, pushing deeper. "Take it all, you little tease." It was everything I'd imagined - rough, intense - and when he slapped my cheek with his free hand, it sent a thrill through me. I pulled back just to spit on him, then went right back to work, hungry for more. Before he finished, he hauled me up, bent me over the machine again, and spread me open. He spat on me, working a finger in slow, then another, making me groan loud. Then, all at once, he thrust into me - hard - one finger still teasing elsewhere. He pounded into me, relentless, spanking me until my skin burned. He flipped me around, sat me back on the edge, and went at my chest - sucking, biting, slapping my breasts with those big hands. I rocked my hips forward, desperate for more. "Harder, please - " - That seemed to light him up, because he went at me even rougher, smacking my face now too. "Fingers - back there, " - I begged, and he didn't waste a second. He turned me over, spread me wide, and pushed in - slow at first, then fast and deep once the sting faded. I felt like a total mess, and I loved it - knowing I was getting it from my stepdad in the damn laundry room only made me wetter. I started touching myself, chasing that high again. I didn't hold back - moaning, screaming, begging for it harder. His pace was brutal, his hands gripping my hips as he slammed into me, his breath ragged. "Cum there - please, " - I gasped, and with a guttural groan, he did, spilling hot and heavy. When he pulled out, I felt it drip down my thighs. I turned to face him, kissing him deep, and he kissed back, lifting me with one arm while his other hand slid between my legs. He worked me with his fingers until I came again, shuddering against him. He licked them clean, then offered them to me - I sucked them slow, tasting myself. He set me down, gave my ass a final smack, and muttered, "Good little troublemaker. Next time, I'll have to punish you for scaring off my date." And that was just the start. Eventually, I even got with him and that brunette he kept bringing around whenever Mom was out - but that's a story for another day.

I remember being in my fifth semester of nutrition school, and everything was going great, except for one thing: Chemistry was my nemesis. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't seem to pass the class. My professor, Mr. Johnson, was a total grump, and my friends and I would often joke that he was just a big ol' softie on the inside. At 21, I was already dating a guy named Alex, but I would still flirt with other guys in my class. I loved dressing up in sexy outfits, showing off my legs in mini skirts and tights, or my big butt in tight jeans. I was pretty popular, but I never really went beyond kissing anyone. The idea of being faithful was still floating around in my head. Anyway, back to the main story. I was on the verge of failing Chemistry, and I really didn't want to. Some of my friends told me that Professor Johnson was pretty easy to bribe, either with a bottle of booze or some cash. At first, I was hesitant, but desperation got the better of me. I bought a bottle of tequila and set aside $600 in cash, hoping to score an 8 on the final. The next day, I waited until everyone left and approached Professor Johnson. He was this old, chubby guy with thick glasses and bushy eyebrows, and he looked more like a slacker than a professor. I was about to try and make a deal with him to pass the class. Me: Excuse me, Professor Johnson, I wanted to talk to you about my final grade. Professor Johnson: Miss Flores, you know as well as I do that you've already failed. You didn't pass the exams, the lab tests, or the practices. There's nothing I can do. Me: But, Professor, what if I turn in a final project? Maybe I can still get a 6? Professor Johnson: I'm sorry, Miss Flores, but it's too late. He was about to leave the classroom when I grabbed his hand and stood in front of him, trying to bribe him. Me: Professor, what if we make a deal? Professor Johnson: A deal? What do you mean, Miss Flores? Me: I have a bottle of tequila for you, a whole liter! Professor Johnson: (laughs) You think a liter of tequila is going to cut it, Miss Flores? Goodbye. Me: No, wait! I'll give you the bottle and $600, and you can give me an 8 on the final. What do you say? He looked at me very seriously and refused again, giving me a lecture on morality. But I really needed that 8 to keep my academic record intact, which my dad was always on my case about. So I said something I probably shouldn't have. Me: Okay, Professor, I'll give you whatever you want! Professor Johnson: What did you just say? Me: Whatever you want, Professor, I just really need that 8. He looked me up and down, and I was wearing a tight mini skirt and a white blouse that day. He told me to meet him in his Chemistry lab at 2 pm and to bring my notebook. I naively thought he was going to give me a test or some extra work to do, so I showed up at 2 pm sharp. Me: Professor, it's me, Flores. Can I come in? Professor Johnson: Ah, come on in. He was reclining in his chair, and he told me to put the bottle on the shelf and the $600 in a jar. I did what he said, feeling pretty happy, and asked him how much he would give me. He smiled and said, "That's just enough for a 6, but you need an 8. There's something else you need to do." He got up and walked towards me, closed the door, and started hugging me. Professor Johnson: Flores, you know I'm taking a risk for you, my job and my career. Do you really think a bottle of tequila and $600 are enough? Me: But, Professor, I don't have anything else! Professor Johnson: (laughs) Oh, come on, Miss Flores. You're not that innocent. Me: I swear, Professor, if you want more, I can bring it tomorrow! Professor Johnson: You have something I want, and you can give it to me right now. He started touching my butt, and I was shocked. I stood there, frozen, feeling his hand all over my body. Professor Johnson: I think your little body is worth an 8, Miss Flores. So if you want it, you have to be mine. Me: But, Professor, that's immoral! Professor Johnson: (laughs) You're one to talk about morality, Miss Flores. You're the one who tried to bribe me. Me: But, Professor! Professor Johnson: If you want the 8, come on and take off your clothes. Let's do this. I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there, feeling like I was in a trance. I started to take off my clothes, and he told me to come closer. Professor Johnson: Don't worry, Miss Flores. You won't regret this. You'll see, it'll be worth it. He started touching me all over, and I closed my eyes, trying to imagine something else. But his hands and mouth were all over me, and it was hard to focus. Professor Johnson: You have such a great body, Miss Flores. You're the best in the whole school. Me: Just look at me? Professor Johnson: (laughs) Of course, Miss Flores. We're not made of stone. We take advantage of opportunities with students like you. Me: Don't talk to me like that! Professor Johnson: Shut up and come here. Let's get started. He pulled down his pants, and I saw his penis. It was normal-sized, but it looked kind of gross. I felt like throwing up, but I couldn't escape. Professor Johnson: What are you waiting for, Miss Flores? Suck it! Me: Okay, let me just put a condom on. Professor Johnson: No way, Miss Flores. If you want an 8, you have to do it naturally. Make it worth my while. Me: But, Professor! Professor Johnson: Either you do it, or you leave and I fail you. I closed my eyes and started sucking him off. I had done it before, but this was different. His penis tasted and smelled horrible, and I wanted to pull away. But he held my head in place and pushed me down further. Professor Johnson: Ah, yeah! That's great, Miss Flores! You're such a good girl! Me: I'm sorry... Professor Johnson: Shut up and suck! Ah, yeah! He was holding my head down, and I couldn't breathe. I felt his fluids building up in my mouth, and I knew he was about to come. Professor Johnson: Get up, Miss Flores! Come here! He pulled me up and took off my clothes, leaving me in just my sneakers. He started licking my body, his rough tongue moving from my legs to my neck. He bit my nipples and squeezed my butt, and I could tell he was enjoying himself. He sat down in a chair and pulled me towards him, trying to penetrate me. His penis was small, and it was hard for him to get in. I had to help him by taking his penis and guiding it inside me. I felt his hardness and movement, and I knew he wouldn't last long. I decided to just get it over with, so I started moving and grinding on him. He was moaning and enjoying himself, and I could tell he was close to coming. Me: You like it, don't you, Professor? Professor Johnson: Oh, yeah! I love it, Miss Flores! Me: Yeah, just enjoy it. It's great. I was faking it to get him to come faster, but it backfired. He got even harder and more aggressive. He stood up and lifted me onto the chair, slapping my butt and making me scream. Professor Johnson: Yeah, scream, Miss Flores! Scream! Me: It hurts, stop! Professor Johnson: Okay, now you're going to get something even better. He pulled my butt cheeks apart and started penetrating me fast and hard. He was moving around, and his belly was bumping into me, but I have to admit that it was kind of exciting. Professor Johnson: Ah, yeah! Oh, yeah! Me: Ah, yeah! Like that! I moved my hips to give him more pleasure, and he pulled my hair and slapped my butt. I was enjoying it, despite myself, and I forgot that I was in the Chemistry lab. I just moaned and enjoyed it. Professor Johnson: You're the best, Miss Flores! Me: Ah, yeah! You're so hard! Professor Johnson: Oh, yeah! You're such a great girl! I knew he was about to come, and I was close to an orgasm too. He was holding my hips and moving faster, and I was moving with him. Suddenly, he came, and I felt his semen filling me up. Professor Johnson: Ah, yeah! Oh, yeah! Me: Inside, no! Professor Johnson: Shut up and take it! Ah, yeah! Me: Oh, God! Professor Johnson: Yeah, it's great! You're such a great girl! He gave me a wet wipe to clean myself with, and while I was cleaning up, he was fixing his pants. Professor Johnson: Ah, yeah! A deal's a deal. Me: Okay, Professor, I have to go. Professor Johnson: Alright, Miss Flores. You did great. I left the lab and went to the gym showers, where I washed myself and my mouth with soap. I wanted to erase any evidence of what had just happened. I was out of it for a couple of days, until the grades were posted. Professor Johnson didn't give me a 5 or an 8; he gave me a 10, with a note that said, "I told you it would be worth it." I was relieved that I had passed the class, but I'll never forget that I had to sleep with the Chemistry professor to get a good grade.

I woke up very early the next morning, the time change was still causing me problems and when I looked at the clock, it was only half past five in the morning. I must have had an erotic dream too, because when I reached between my legs I felt moisture there. My throat was dry and I had nothing to drink. So I called room service and ordered an orange juice. After a short time, a small, sturdily built older man in a hotel uniform came and entered my room after knocking. I had him put the orange juice on my dessert and he put the bill next to it for me to sign. I reached for the pen with my right hand and signed. However, he suddenly grabbed my hand and brought it to his nose. He smelled it and then grinned at me meaningfully. My head turned red because it was the hand I had grabbed my pussy with just before. Without hesitation, he opened his zipper with one hand while he pulled my blanket away with the other. I was lying there with just my nightgown pulled up. My cunt was exposed and he looked at it while he took his cock out of his pants. It was already stiff and stood out bobbing. I stared at the cock and he grinned. At a sign from him, I took off my nightdress and willingly spread my legs. He immediately came between my legs, positioned his cock and penetrated deep inside me with a hard thrust. I moaned loudly as his cock stretched my hole. He immediately began to take me impetuously with hard thrusts that brought me to orgasm after a short time. My wet cunt smacked loudly while he took me violently. Naked and with my legs apart, I lay beneath him while he was still fully clothed and only had his pants open. His thrusts were powerful and intense and after a few minutes he tensed up and his sperm shot into me in spurts. After he had emptied himself, he pulled his cock out of me, smeared the rest of his cum on my pubic hair and then wrapped up his cock. He nodded to me and then left my room. These spontaneous fucks started to excite me and I wondered how easily I was willing to be fucked like that. I drank my orange juice and then slept for another three hours before showering and going to breakfast. I felt like the waiters were all looking at me kind of strangely, but nothing was obvious to me. When I got back to my room, the Thai man from room service was standing outside my door. I looked at him questioningly. His strong grip on my chest showed me what he wanted from me. I opened my door and he entered the room with me, pulling up my T-shirt as he entered and exposing my breasts. Then he took it off while he kneaded one breast vigorously. My nipples erected quickly. He pushed me onto my knees and, as before, only opened his pants. His semi-rigid cock stretched out towards me and I took it in my mouth. He hadn't washed it and I could still taste my cunt juice and his cum. I started to suck him slowly and deeply, but he grabbed the back of my head and shoved it hard and fast into my mouth, fucking me while his cock got hard again. His hot cock thrust deep into my throat. Then he pulled it out and pushed me to the bed. He pulled my pants down and pushed me onto the bed in a doggy position. I spread my legs and felt him push two fingers into my cunt to check my wetness. The fingers penetrated easily and so he put his cock in, parted my labia with his glans and penetrated me hard. I moaned with lust and my cunt twitched around his cock. He grabbed my hips and began to fuck me rhythmically and hard. His cock kept sinking into my cunt and my breasts swayed with every thrust. In the mirror, I could see how he routinely fucked me. His balls slapped against me and my cunt smacked loudly across the room. After a short time, I had my first orgasm and moaned it out while he just kept on fucking me. After a quarter of an hour he increased the tempo, pulled his cock out further during the thrusts and then squirted his sperm into my hot wet cunt. He filled it with his warm juice. After he had finished he pulled his cock out and held it in front of my mouth. I started to lick him clean and tasted his fresh cum. When his cock was clean, he put it back in his pants, nodded to me with a grin and left my room. Still horny, I took the cum running out of me on my fingers and licked it off. When I looked at the clock, I realized how late it was and I quickly washed my cunt, put my T-shirt and trousers back on and went downstairs. My tour guide was already waiting for me and we hired a cab for the city tour. His eyes glanced at my T-shirt under which my nipples were clearly visible. We drove through the city for a few hours and he showed me various temples and sights. I was sweating and my breasts were even more prominent. He did a good job and I took lots of photos. We ate in between and in the late afternoon we drove to a temple just outside the city. We then set off on the way back when my guide suddenly reached under my T-shirt, pushed it up and exposed my naked breasts. We were both sitting in the back seat. He grinned at me and immediately started kneading my breasts. Surprised, I let him do it and my nipples quickly became hard and stood out. The cab driver adjusted his mirror so that he could watch us. After my nipples were hard, he grabbed my head and pushed it down onto his cock, which he had taken out in the meantime. I willingly took it in my mouth and started to suck it. It tasted of sweat and grew quickly in my mouth. I sucked his cock while he continued to work on my breasts. He spoke briefly to the driver in Thai and he drove to an obscure spot in the vegetation. My tour guide got out, pulled me with him and took off my pants as soon as I was outside. I stood naked in front of the two men, who looked at me with greedy eyes. They exchanged a few words and the driver sat down in the back seat. The tour guide led me over and bent me over so that I could suck the driver's cock. Then he spread my legs and penetrated me hard and deep, making me moan loudly. The driver took advantage of this to stick his cock in my mouth. I tasted his sweat on my tongue while his hand on the back of my neck guided my head. I sucked on it and licked the glans while I felt a hot cock fucking my cunt deep and hard. After a short time I came again and my twitching cunt closed around his cock and with a groan he unloaded inside me. A large amount of cum filled my hole. Then he pulled it out, smeared the rest of the cum on my pubic hair and came to the car. He took my camera, set it to video and recorded with relish how I sucked and licked the driver's cock. After a few minutes, he moaned and squirted his juice down my throat. I tasted the viscous sperm that he pumped into my mouth thrust after thrust. I swallowed it as he was still holding my head. Afterwards, I got dressed without much further ado and the two of them got dressed. We drove back to the hotel and the tour guide asked me if I had liked the driver's cock too. I just nodded and he said that the driver wanted to fuck my cunt too. As I would be there for several weeks, that wouldn't be a problem. They both dropped me off at the hotel with a grin on their faces and a day at the beach was arranged for the next day. I made myself a cozy evening at the bar and felt that my thoroughly fucked cunt was hurting a bit. In bed that evening, I reviewed the hours since my arrival and realized that I'd had 3 men in my cunt or pussy within 36 hours. Two of them more than once. The spontaneous quick acts excited me like I had never known before. Then I went to bed, not without first watching on my camera how I made a cock squirt with my mouth. At the same time I pushed 2 fingers into my aching cunt. Then I fell asleep and wondered what the next day would bring.

I am now 28 years old and want to tell you about my vacation in Thailand, which turned out quite differently than I had expected. Briefly about me. I am 1.68 tall, bra 75b with firm pear-shaped breasts. My pussy has large labia and is surrounded by a slightly trimmed bush of black pubic hair. I weigh just under 60 kg and am athletic. At the age of 24, I had passed my first exams in my studies and treated myself to a 3-week vacation in Bangkok. I had booked a Thai guide in advance, as this was recommended, and finally arrived after a long flight. When I came out of the airport, I immediately started sweating as the humidity was very high. I rarely wore a bra, so it was only a short time before my T-shirt became transparent with sweat and you could see my breasts. I looked around and spotted a Thai man holding up a sign with my name on it. He was a good 18 years older than me, the same height as me, but of a strong build. What I didn't know at the time was that he thought that all tourists only came to Thailand to get it on with the locals. But I was still to get a clear sense of his attitude. I had also been single again for a while, so I hadn't had much sex. But my vacation thoughts weren't about that at all, I just wanted to relax and look at Thailand. So I approached him with a smile and he scrutinized me, staring unabashedly at my breasts that were visible under my T-shirt. He said that he spoke English and introduced himself with a long name. Then he told me that I should just call him Joe, that would be easier for me. He then took my luggage and walked me to a car. We drove into the city and he made small talk with me, telling me a few things about Bangkok. He kept staring at my breasts and grinning cheekily. At the hotel, he helped me check in and we arranged to meet at the hotel pool to relax in the afternoon, as I was a bit tired. He said that I had paid for him to be available 24 hours a day. I then unpacked my things in my room, put on my red bikini in the afternoon and went to the pool. He was already waiting for me in his swimming trunks and we went to a quiet spot in the extensive grounds. I lay down on a lounger and he asked if he should rub me down. Due to the heat, I gratefully accepted and he sat down on my lounger and started to rub my stomach and upper body around my bikini top. He didn't say a word, then suddenly, with a seemingly routine movement, he pushed my top down and exposed my breasts. Before I could say anything else, he rubbed the suntan lotion into my breasts with firm movements. He kneaded them firmly and my nipples quickly swelled under the treatment. Without saying anything, he pushed the top back up and covered my breasts again. Then he turned to my legs and rubbed the suntan oil onto my skin. My nipples were still pushing through my top and I let him continue, simply too surprised by this routine treatment. He continued rubbing my legs and suddenly he pulled my panties down to my knees in one powerful movement, exposed my pussy and continued rubbing sun oil all over it. I just stared at him, perplexed, and he just carried on. Then he looked at me and said: Nice tits and pussy. He reached between my legs. His finger, rubbed with suntan oil, penetrated deep inside me and he rubbed me briefly. When he pulled out, he reached my clitoris and I flinched violently. But he pulled my briefs back up with a jerk and grinned at me. He told me to turn around and I did so. Then he rubbed suntan oil on my back. I realized that I had become very aroused but didn't say anything because I was wondering about myself. When he had finished, I turned around again and he looked at me with a grin and pointed into my lap. When I looked, a wet spot was clearly visible. He slipped his hand into my panties and immediately penetrated me again. With quick movements, he pushed his fingers in and out of my cunt. It only took a short time for me to orgasm, trying to be quiet. Grinning, he pulled his fingers out of me and wiped the juice off my panties. Then he lay down on his lounger and left me alone with my orgasm. Completely surprised and perplexed, I lay there in the sun and wondered at myself. The whole thing had happened so quickly that I hadn't even thought about resisting. After an hour and a half, I simply got too hot and said that I wanted to go into the room. He came with me without comment and carried my towel and my things. Then he came to me and pulled my briefs down again with a jerk. He reached between my legs and made me wet again almost immediately. Then he took off his swimming trunks and revealed a semi-rigid cock. He pushed me onto my knees with force and his cock dangled in front of my face. His hand went to the back of my neck and pressed me against his sweaty cock, which I took into my mouth. I started to lick over the glans and without thinking started to service him with my mouth. I sucked and licked his cock as it grew bigger and harder in my mouth. When he was hard and firm, he pulled me up and directed me to the bed. There he took off my briefs and top and pushed himself between my thighs. He pushed them apart with force, placed his cock against my cunt and pushed deep inside me with a powerful thrust. I moaned loudly as his hard cock penetrated me and thrust deep inside me. His hard part penetrated me deeply. He propped himself up to the right and left of my head and immediately began to fuck me with hard, deep thrusts. His cock stretched my cunt and it clapped loudly when his balls slapped against me. I lay under him with my legs apart and it wasn't long before my first orgasm made my cunt twitch. He didn't mind but continued to fuck me hard and routinely. My cunt smacked through the room. His thrusts became faster and harder. I realized that he was only using my hole for his own satisfaction. My breasts were shaking violently and my nipples were sticking out. After a short time, I came again and at the same time he lay down on me with all his weight, pushed his cock deep inside me and unloaded himself into my cunt. Thrust after thrust of hot sperm squirted into my hole and filled it. He stayed on top of me until it was all inside me, then he pulled his cock out of me and wiped the rest of the cum off on my pubic hair. While I lay on the bed and the sperm ran out of my cunt, he got dressed. He told me that I was good to fuck and that he would pick me up tomorrow after breakfast to take me on a tour of the city. Then he left my room, while I only now really realized that I had just let a stranger fuck me and come several times. I spent the rest of the day a little tired from the flight and then fell asleep.

You have now met my sister-in-law. Yes, we had a relationship. And it was a wonderful time. The danger we kept taking. We lived in the same neighborhood. And some of you may have seen us disappearing into each other's houses. Nevertheless, we didn't miss the opportunity to tease, provoke and challenge each other. So it happened that she came to visit me in the course of the morning. Sitting on the balcony, drinking coffee and chatting. At least that's what I thought. Her appearance alone that day was telling. She was wearing a summer dress. Her figure was very attractive. She had a somewhat sturdy build, a very attractive ass and breasts that were simply delicious. Large and beautifully shaped. I just have to say that. Anyway, you could see that there wasn't much fabric under the dress. And if there was, then the thong was very fine. Apart from the straps, I couldn't see a bra either. Due to their size, the breasts didn't stand up like small breasts, but as I said, they were shaped in such a way that you could still see her nipples when they stood up. On this day, they stood up several times. Sometime between the 2nd and 3rd cup of coffee, I plucked up my courage and went on the offensive. I just didn't want to believe that she was wearing a dress like that. I stood up as if to go into the apartment, caught another glimpse of her cleavage from above and then simply kissed her. She returned my kiss and we indulged in this kiss briefly before I moved on and disappeared under her dress with my hand, she immediately spread her legs and let me have my way. I quickly found her pussy and could quickly feel her getting wet under my touch. She slid a little further forward on the chair and spread her legs a little wider. I took my free hand and slipped the strap of her dress off her shoulder. Her tits emerged and her nipples were already standing up. I let go of her lips and searched for her nipples with my tongue. I finally wanted to kiss them, play with them, spoil them. My tongue lapped at her nipples while I sucked her breasts in with my lips. She enjoyed my touch and let me have my way for quite a while before she started touching me. My baggy pants had large leg openings where her hand slipped in easily. My cock had been standing there the whole time, eagerly waiting to be massaged. Hesitant at first, she grabbed my cock more firmly and began to massage it according to her desire. I briefly considered getting a blowjob, but to be honest I was so horny that I just wanted to fuck her. So I took off her dress, pulled my pants down and pulled her ass forward on the chair. She didn't resist and held on to the chair when my cock was finally in front of her pussy. I looked at her briefly and she signaled to me that she wanted it too. My cock penetrated her and I felt so horny. Indescribable. I thrust my cock into her again and again and enjoyed the sight that presented itself to me. Her breasts bounced in time, she kept her legs spread and she began to moan out her pleasure quietly. I have to say, I was a little afraid that she might moan out loud. But she kept her mouth shut with her own hand while I kept penetrating her. My thrusts were sometimes fast and sometimes slow. And I had to control myself several times not to cum right away. And I also had to find out where I was squirting first. Every now and then I licked her nipples, which were standing up so beautifully, and she became a little more aroused as a result, which I could tell from her increasingly wet pussy. As I was fucking her, I suddenly felt my cock swell a little more and I was probably about to cum. My sister-in-law, who had apparently had more than one orgasm, must have sensed my thoughts. She slid her ass backwards so that my cock slipped out of her beautiful wet pussy. I looked at her a little horrified, but she immediately grabbed it with her hand, sat down and continued massaging my cock until I was able to squirt out my white juice. The first and second gushes landed on her tits, which she pushed upwards with her free hand. The rest dripped down her hand onto the floor. A little exhausted, I leaned forward and kissed her while I briefly fingered her again, which she gladly put up with. We then both went into the bathroom and cleaned ourselves. She then finished her coffee and left without saying goodbye.

This story is 100% true. It took place in an ordinary provincial town on the banks of the Volga. A little about myself: I am an ordinary eighteen-year-old guy of low height, but athletic build. In my years I terribly wanted sex, was ready to pounce on any woman, and to somehow realize my dream I decided to register on a dating site. In the first days everything went as if sluggish and I already despaired to find a woman, but about two weeks later my proposal interested one woman, we began to c her correspondence. After a while I threw her a photo, where naked on the torso. Apparently she liked my physique, because I do freestyle wrestling... She said we could meet on the weekend and I agreed. To tell you the truth, I was scared, but with all my will in my fist, I went to her second apartment. We met her at the bus stop, and even though she was 43, she looked 35. She was a blonde with a little bit of a pudgy build. When we were in the entrance I couldn't stand it any longer and started stroking her beautiful ass, in response she only smiled. When we got home we had tea, by then she had already changed her clothes. She was wearing a silk nightie. I wanted her very much and my cock was hard, I was waiting for us to have sex, and that moment came. She lay down on the bed completely naked and I started kissing her: first I kissed her neck, then her ears and then her beautiful size 2 breasts. I licked her greedily, sucking on her nipples, soon I wanted more and I slowly moved lower. Spreading her legs I started to lick her pussy, I tried hard to please her, although my cock was still stiff. She was already moving her legs rhythmically, squeezing my head. She asked me to enter her and I did not wait long, quickly putting on a condom. We had sex with her for about an hour, and by the time she came, I had already had my third orgasm. Then we lay on the bed with her and she talked about sex, women, and so on. At the next meeting I asked her to wear stockings, because I was terribly aroused, and she agreed. As usual, after drinking tea, we went to the bed. I started with slow caresses from her neck to her heels. I licked her salty-sour pussy for about five minutes and entered her. I had to say it was something, I had cum several times and she couldn't cum, she kept wanting and wanting. We had sex in the missionary position (when the legs are spread and the man is on top) and I began to move rapidly like a piston in a car, increasing and increasing speed. Finally she cummed and I collapsed exhausted on the bed, she thanked me for this sex. Soon I still went to her, but having experienced little satisfaction decide on the fulfillment of my hidden fantasies. Lately I like BDSM (submission and humiliation) I want to tell her about my dreams and make them come true: When I come to her house I want to fall on my knees and lick her feet, so that my Mistress calls me dirty words and humiliates me.

When I was a freshman in college, I loved going on Mondays and Wednesdays because I got to watch Anatomy classes, but I wasn't the only one. All of us freshman year girls drooled over the professor, I'll abbreviate his name to RJP. RJP was a man of about 35 years old, he was not very tall, he was about 5'10", dark brown, with a body that looked like he was working out, he had a great ass that made me fantasize. RJP was known for his drawings, he didn't use slides, he drew everything, he was an artist. The best anatomy teacher. I would always arrive early to sit in the front row, so I could see his ass while he drew. Of course, since I loved him and his drawings I always paid close attention, and answered everything he asked, which he seemed to like. One day, he said he would ask 5 questions, and for those who answered he would give a special class. In the first 4 questions I raised my hand, he looked at me and smiled, but gave him the opportunity to answer others, that made me angry, so when he made the last one I answered directly without hesitation, and then approaching me, and looking me in the eyes with a smile and provocative tone. "What belongs to the priest goes to the church" -He said. At that moment I felt how the inside of my vagina got wet and began to throb, I wished everyone would leave and he would make me his right there. We stayed after class, and went to the anatomy museum at the college. There he asked me to help him with some things we would use, so we went to the storage room while the others looked at the items in the museum. In the storage room, he asked me to check some boxes that were at the end, so I went. To my surprise there were no boxes, so I turn to ask him where the boxes were, but he was there, right behind me, with his lustful face. "The heifer came at the call, " he said. He grabbed me by the hips, bringing his pelvis together with mine, I could feel his erection, and I became very horny. He pushed me towards a shelf further back, and stuck his tongue in my mouth, lapping at my tongue, turning me on more and more. He began to squeeze my buttocks, and then with one hand, he ran down the inside of my thigh until he reached my crotch, I shuddered and moaned, he smiled and put his hand inside my thong while kissing me. -Aaahh, " I moaned. -You like what I do, " he answered. -Go on, go on, " I answered full of lust. He stuck a finger subtly into my vagina which was very wet. "You are a good student, you are very ready for me" -he whispered in my ear. He began to move his finger in circles inside me, and I let myself be carried away by pleasure and began to moan. -Aahh, yes. There, there I like it, aahh. "I want to give you more." Yeah, give me more, ahh. I want you inside me, now. He pulled his finger out of my vagina, unbuttoned his pants, and released his very erect and throbbing member in front of me, I felt my mouth water. With a quick movement he rammed into me and I moaned with pleasure as I felt him inside me. He began to pump his penis into my vagina, which went in and out easily because it was very very lubricated with my fluids. He began to increase the rhythm. -Yes, give me hard, hard "Do you like it hard? You are such a greedy heifer." He started ramming me harder, and I was squeezing his buttocks because he was giving me so much pleasure, that seemed to turn him on even more. I felt like I was about to explode with pleasure, our breathing started to speed up, we were reaching climax, he started to give me faster until I couldn't hold on, I stifled a moan, but my body shuddered, and then I felt him shudder and stifled a grunt, I felt a hot liquid in my crotch, he had finished too. After settling in we went with the group and watched the special class. That day, it was the first of three meetings.