effrey had been away at college for almost a year, and was coming home for Thanksgiving. His mother, Sara was excitedly looking forward to it. His father had passed away right before Jeffrey left for college, and Sara was very lonely. She was 41 years old, and very shapely. She had large breasts, and dark blonde hair. Jeffrey couldn't understand why she didn't move on with her life. Jeffrey had just finished talking to his mother on the phone, and had asked if he could bring a couple of friends home with him for the holidays. "Why of course you can dear," Sara told her only c***d. She was so excited about Thanksgiving, that even though it was only 3 days away, it may as well been a year. Finally, it was Thursday, Thanksgiving Day, and Sara got up really early, ... Read More»

I awoke early this Saturday morning, just like I did every other morning. Not having an active social life left plenty of time for "early to bed, early to rise." Don’t get me wrong, I very much wanted an active social life, but I was shy. To tell the truth, I was painfully shy at times, especially those times when meeting or socializing with girls was on the agenda. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't a virgin, I had had some experiences with girls, but to this day I suspect that the two girls who did it with me were more motivated by sympathy than true feelings of romance, or even lust for that matter. Let me tell you, being the object of a sympathy fuck did nothing for my self-esteem or my shyness. Anyway, it was Saturday and Saturday morning was when I worked for ... Read More»

I saw him across the room being greeted by the host. I felt the blood drain from my face. I thought for a moment I was going to faint. I was attending the exhibition of a third rate painter's work, for which, as a freelance journalist, I was to write a review for a minor local paper. I had got sick of the sugary pink and white creations, and was standing around with a cocktail called, I believe, "A Landmine." It tasted of dishwater and kerosene. I had been watching the silly posturing and stupid conversations that these pretentious occasions give rise to, laced as they are with "Dears" and "Darlings," when I saw him. My mind swirled back nearly seven years to a beautiful summer day. At the time, I was the wife of a Housemaster at a middle ranking private ... Read More»

It's amazing how things start to fall apart. You aren't aware of the problems until its already too late. I should have known something was wrong the day in the spring when Mrs. Tavorski was on top of me, bouncing up and down, when she suddenly reached up and pulled off her thin t-shirt exposing her bare tits to me. I was shocked. So long had we been fucking with her always keeping her top on that I stopped in the middle of our rhythm and just stared at her naked nipples. I was sure they were the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen in my life. Truly, my experience with naked breasts up to that point was one girl a year before and a huge amount of porn found on the internet. But I was certain Mrs. Tavorski's were the most beautiful in the world. They weren't ... Read More»

She in hailed deeply as she savored his muted scent on her pillow. Her eyes closed and she tried desperately to remember every detail of the previous evening. The warmth of his body, the softness of his hair, and the touch of his hand on her breast. An array of emotions consumed her as she became torn between desire and guilt. However one emotion that managed to evade her confused mind was regret. She knew if her husband found out she may feel regret, but certainly not now and with any luck probably not ever. How did she wind up bedding this young lad and why? The answers escaped her as she slipped back into her thoughts of him. Her desire was so powerful she couldn't begin to concentrate on anything else. After ten years of marriage one night of ... Read More»

t was raining that day, and my car had broken down, so I had to walk... I had been dressed up to go out that night, my little black dress, it is see through, so I wear a slip under it, black thong panties, a black shelf bra that pushed my tits up & together rather nicely, and my black fishnet stockings with a garter belt to hold them up. Yeah, I kinda looked like a slut, but I thought I was going out to a club, not walking down the street in the rain. Anyway, on way home, there was a small bar. I decided to duck in there to get out of the rain for a bit, and have a couple of beers. I walked into the bar, and noticed immediately that it was nearly empty. There was an older couple sitting at a table in the corner, there was an old man sitting at the bar, and a ... Read More»

We had already been in China for 5 days and we found ourselves in Guangzhou. Guangzhou is a large city, but not nearly as popular as Beijing (which I loved by the way). But, like most of China, Guangzhou is trying to catch up to the rest of the world and attract Westerners. One way is night life. We found that Guangzhou has quite a number of bars and discos. Many of these cater to Americans, Australians and Britons, so it was a great place to party. Beer seemed to be the drink of choice, not my personal favorite, but if I’m able to dance and party, I’ll drink anything! So we found ourselves at this disco and I was having a blast. I love dancing. Steve, on the other hand has always been a bit of a party-pooper in that regard. He will dance with me, but for the ... Read More»

My husband Russell knows that after he goes to bed, I get on the computer and give in to my late night horniness. I love to cruise the sex sites: look at amateur photos, read about what activities local people are dabbling in, rub my clit while I read true naughty stories on my favorite website. Russell couldn’t care less. He knows that he married a woman who loves getting fucked. In the morning when Russell gets up for work, he usually asks me what kind of things I enjoyed on my nightly trip around the web. If I had a particularly steamy night, I may print out the conversation so he can read it at work. He’s always been turned on by the idea of me getting off with other people. He says that reading erotica makes him ten times hornier when he thinks about the ... Read More»

John was up early the next morning. He carefully hid the torn bra that had covered his girlfriend’s small but sexually sensitive tits. Strange that he accepted the forty seven year old Phoebe as his girl, but by god she was an unbelievable firecracker in bed. He still didn’t know she had come to his bed a virgin. He gave the house the once over finding the towels the girls had used. They smelled strongly of young pussy. The thought hardened him but he was confident Phoebe would look after his needs. He suddenly realized he didn’t know whether he had a washer and dryer or not. He searched for a doorway to the basement stairs, shocked at how little he still knew about the house. He finally found it beside the door to the pantry in the kitchen, close to the back ... Read More»

One night my husband and I were driving home from a wedding reception. When I asked him which way was the best way home, he had me turn onto a road that took us out of town. I knew what he had in mind, so while I was driving I started taking off my panties. He started playing with my already dripping pussy. We found a place to pull over. I slid over to the passenger's side and he got on his knees outside of the car and ate my pussy until I came. Then he put me up on the rear end of the car and fucked me harder then he ever had before until he filled me up with his load. All the while we could see many cars passing by. Read More»

We hadn't spoken for weeks when Kait sent me an email from two time zones away. When Kait sends any 'report' from the front line of her life it indicates that something serious is happening. More than three lines suggests that emotions have been tampered with, sex is on the horizon or there's a 'what do you think about this' question to ponder. Now, any email from Kait can brighten a day, in the same way as she had brightened my life, but for months they'd been short, succinct and with no big news to report. Her life seemed to be in a steady routine, flat lining way below exhilarating and just slightly above mundane. She told me how she'd met him. There had been a bunch of them in a hot tub, Kait in a borrowed bikini. What started out as a night with a few ... Read More»

My wife and I were invited to a party by her girlfriend for New Years eve. About 1:30 she got a call from her sons to wish her a happy new year. The Boys are 17 and 18 and are actually quite good k**s. My wife and I told her after she hung up that they were probably checking up on her so she didn't interrupt their party. she blew it off and we went on partying. her husband was out of town and she was glad we drove because she could now get blasted. We left the party at about 1:30 and I was the designated driver. I got her and my wife in the car. both of them were well oiled, but Cathy was toast. My wife helped me carry her to the bedroom. We noticed the music was on quite loud and no one was up to greet us. Peggy got Cathy undressed and I went downstairs to ... Read More»

It’s three o’clock in the morning and I can still smell her on me. Her taste is still on my lips. Her perfume lingers in my clothes. Traces of her lipstick still cling to my neck. I watch her stupid cat clock’s tail tick back and forth and I think about leaving. I think there is a part of me that wants to stay. Truth be told, most of me wants to stay. But the question still remains. How much of a good thing is enough and how much crosses the line? I light up a cigarette, giving me time to ponder. Then I hear her stir from her sleep. The noise brings recent images to mind. I can see her through the wall, standing from the bed with a big goofy yawn. Her skin glows warm yellow from the bedside lamp, her perky ass arched in the air on its own ... Read More»

I was sixteen, been yelled at a few times for passing throw our neighbors yard. my m** said, not to go in there anymore or id be grounded. now my neighbor( whom I'll be callin jean) jean was single. she had a nice yard in an around her house. an inclused large fence, in back yard for the pool, which is what I got I trouble for crossing through. her house was a two story, wrap around porch. in the back there was a outdoor wash and change room off to the leftside. in the room you could enter into it from her bedroom, only one door to outside an no roof, was kinda weird. but it was tiled so waterproofed. now it took a few days of trying, she would rarely answer her door. I had this idea that if I could gain her friendship I might be able to use her pool. but she ... Read More»

It was about 5 months after I had come back from my trip to Boston and my sex adventure with Carol. I had just rolled into bed. I was working as a security guard and I often had to work third shift. I had gotten home Saturday morning at about 8, had a quick shower, and I was just getting ready to fall asleep when the phone rang. I groaned. I didn't really want to talk to anybody. Mona, my girlfriend, knew not to call me. Besides, I had told her that I'd call her later in the day and see if we could get together. I picked up the receiver. "Hello?" I said irritably. "Hi David, it's Sheila." I was surprised. Sheila had never called me on a Saturday before. I was also a little worried—what could be wrong? "Hi, Sheila, it's good to hear your voice." Every ... Read More»