Shamelessly fucking my 73-year-old neighbor for the last two months has been a journey of self-discovery. I’m almost 26 years old, and if you’d told me earlier this year that a septuagenarian man would be sneaking across my yard several times a week just to sit on my couch and let me impale my pussy on his massive cock, I would’ve called you insane.I know I would’ve called you insane.But here we are.Mr. Charlie had a birthday on October 20th, and he showed no signs of slowing down. At 73, his cock still stood at attention every time we fucked. To my delight, he had become more confident with each session.Because of his unusually large dick, I preferred riding him so I could control the depth and speed. I’m assertive in all areas of my life, so it thrilled me to exert that dominance over my elderly sex partner.Of course, he didn’t mind being used this way—a human dildo—but I often wondered what it would feel like to spread my legs wide and take all of him in missionary. Or to bend
CONTINUATION: MY ELDERLY F*CK TOYI followed him into the kitchen and placed the cake on the center island. While Mr. Charlie's back was turned pulling plates and forks from the cabinets and drawers, I swiftly and quietly yanked the top of my tank top down under my huge boobs and dragged my nipples through the whipped cream frosting creating edible white pasties.By the time Mr. Charlie turned around I was leaning against the island, elbows resting on the counter with my tits jutting forward, beckoning him for a taste"Happy birthday, Baby." I smiled seductively. Mr. Charlie laughed a shy little chuckle, hastily setting the plates down with a clatter and stepped toward me without a word, quickly grabbing the sides of both breasts, hoisting them up high to meet his face and took the frosting covered teats into his mouth one at a time.I groaned softly when he released my nipple and began carefully licking around the areola, savoring each sweet tongue-full until he went back for the fin
CONTINUATION: MY ELDERLY F*CK TOY****************Mr. Charlie's softening dick quickly regained its stiffness under the command of my hand. I picked up the pace, stroking him deliberately as he hardened again.Reggie stood frozen, licking his lips, with a mean erection tenting his track pants. He was waiting silently for the next instruction, his chest rising and falling as he stared at us.Mr. Charlie tensed up slightly, seeming to revert to his hesitant self. He didn’t know where to put his hands, and the extra pair of eyes watching us only made him more unsure.I had never done anything like this before. For some reason, though, I felt empowered and extremely sexy in that moment.Here I was with the undivided attention of two men—one old enough to be my father and the other old enough to be my grandfather. Never breaking eye contact with Reggie or my grip on Mr. Charlie’s cock, I motioned for Reggie to sit.“Take a seat,” I said softly, nodding toward the loveseat.Reggie didn’t n
Our extended family always gathered together for meals for the major holidays. At our Fourth of July cookout this past summer, I’d gotten to spend some time with my new step-cousin.Her father had married my aunt, and even though we’d known each other before the marriage, we were the only two close in age at this cookout. Jess was twenty-three, which made her four years older than myself. She was about to start her senior year of college.I was shy, socially awkward, and inexperienced when it came to dating, sex, and romance.I’d been accepted to a college out of state and was looking forward to spreading my wings a bit and trying out some new things in an environment where nobody knew me.Jess and I spent the afternoon getting to know each other better. Even though we were from the same small town and had gone to the same high school, we’d never really spent time together due to our age difference. She gave me lots of pointers about what to expect during the first few weeks of colleg
On Christmas Eve we had our annual family gathering, and even though I wasn't in the mood for festivities I went. I was grateful that I hadn't mentioned the guy from my literature class to too many people.We'd broken up right before the holiday break.I wasn't heartbroken, but I certainly wasn't in the mood for crowds and noise.After an hour or so of mingling and chatting my aunt started bringing out the food, and everyone started loading up their plates and finding groups to eat in."Go on up to the attic," my aunt sympathetically told me, "away from the kids and noise. Take some time to relax."I looked at her quizzically, and before I could ask her why I'd go sit in the attic she raised her voice and got everyone's attention."Emily has volunteered to go sit in the attic for the next hour or so, to watch for Santa." She told all the kids. "We'll send someone else up to take her place later tonight, that way you can all go hide in the basement if he shows up early."This started a
(Robert falls in love with his grown daughters tits.)~~Robert turned off the water and pulled back the shower curtain, reaching for a towel as he grinned.Despite what life threw at him, and no matter what he might be facing on any given day, Robert was one of those people who always felt better after a shower.He unrolled the towel and wiped his face, before lifting it to dry his hair. As he glanced around the bathroom he realized that there were clothes hanging over the old clawfoot bathtub on the other side of the bathroom.Even as he realized that they obviously belonged to his daughter Kelly, his eyes caught on the frilly black bra that was hanging with the nylons, panties, and the sweater.Robert lived in fairly secluded cabin on a large lake, his dream home. He'd bought it after taking an early retirement buyout from the company he'd founded, and even though he was a widower, he was happy and content living by himself.However last night he'd been happily surprised that Kelly
CONTINUATION: HIS DAUGHTER'S TITSShe gave a yelp as Robert turned his back to her.As he turned, he saw her put her legs together while rolling up on her side and pulling a blanket against her. In the space of just a few seconds Robert got a good look at her body, and felt himself respond with a surprising surge of lust.Among the things he'd remember forever about seeing his grown daughter naked was the bite mark on her neck, the way her pubic hair seemed wet and matted between her legs as cum dripped out of her, and the size of her breasts and she beautiful shape of her areolas."I'm sorry!" he said, looking out into the hallway. "I heard you yelling and assumed you were up and dressed for the day.""Not your fault," Kelly said, as she slid out of bed and pulled a robe around herself."Anyway here's your laundry," he said. "Except for what's still hanging downstairs.""Thanks Daddy," she said. "Scott was going to get it and bring it up. He said you were out fishing already.""Guess
CONTINUATION: HIS DAUGHTER'S TITS~Four months later Kelly came to visit her father a week before Christmas.He took her out to eat and asked about Scott, but she seemed reluctant to talk about her relationship.After lunch they went shopping and then she helped him decorate his Christmas tree before they settled in front of the television to watch a movie.They snuggled together with a fire in the fireplace, and without thinking he softly stroked her hair, lulling both of them into a comfortable and peaceful state of relaxation.He'd seen the movie several times, so Robert closed his eyes and breathed in the smell of Kelly's perfume, loving the heat of her body against his.As he relaxed, he felt himself start to doze off, and he didn't fight it, comfortable in his isolated cabin with his favorite person in the whole world.He slowly became aware of a heavy throbbing between his legs and recognized it as the usual sleep hard-on that so many men get. He enjoyed the feeling for severa
Brenda gets a tattoo and a cock (1)Brenda took another pull from her wine cooler, tipping the bottle back until the last drop slid down her throat. The sun was slipping lower, painting the sky with streaks of deep orange and pink over the ocean. It was her sixth bottle, and the warm buzz in her veins had melted away any lingering tension.Dan reached into the toss-away cooler beside them, pulled out another bottle, twisted the cap off, and handed it to her with a lazy grin."Are you trying to get me drunk?" Brenda teased, her voice playful as she tossed her thick, glossy black curls over her shoulder. Her deep brown eyes sparkled with amusement, her full lips curving into a smile that showcased a perfect set of gleaming white teeth.Dan chuckled, but his gaze dipped—inevitably—to her chest.The sight never failed to captivate him. Her skin was smooth, a rich, warm brown that glowed under the golden rays of the setting sun. Her breasts—full, round, and straining against the too-tight
Lesbian Confessions (2)Emily's freckled face was hot and red as our kiss broke. With a big, goofy smile on her face, she grabbed my hand and led me into her house. "Time for the tour!"I chuckled and followed her inside. She'd sent me pictures of her new place when she first moved in, but seeing it in person was totally different. It was a big enough apartment for a college student and very modern. The way she decorated was symbolic of her own crazy style—the living room was a huge plethora of Egyptian statuettes and memorabilia, with a big black and purple couch in the center of the floor facing a television stand.Strewn across the walls were zombie posters, a big rainbow flag, and sheets of paper with segments of poems, drawings, and stories, which could also be found in random piles around the couch, along with comic books and Egyptian history magazines.The whole house smelled of incense.I inhaled deeply. "What scent is that?""Aphrodisiac," Emily smiled. "It's my favorite."Ho
There are moments in life that change you forever—when you stop being who the world expects you to be and start becoming who you really are. For me, that moment was when I fell in love with a girl.My name is Maxine Louise Hollowell. I am eighteen years old, and I’m in love with a girl.Coming out of the closet was both the most terrifying and the most enlightening event of my life. For the longest time, I thought something was off with the way my brain worked. Every time I had a "boyfriend," I felt so... wrong. There’s no other way to explain it. I felt wrong.I moved around a lot throughout my school years—five times, between two schools: Greenfield and Mayview. I think it was in Greenfield during my seventh-grade year that I had my first crush on a girl. Her name was Sammi, and she had the most beautiful lips I’d ever seen. Her skin was naturally tan, her eyes were big and brown, her hair was black, and her body was voluptuous. I remember walking to lunch holding hands with her cou
My Sexy Cowgirl ties me up (2)She nodded with a smile. "I have some lube in the bedroom"I took the hint and placed my hands on her hips as we made our way into the room. I was fully ready to fuck her. Within minutes, I had applied the lube on my erect cóck and I was stroking it. She was still smiling as she laid on the bed and spread her legs wide before me. Her pussy glistened with wetness, and she licked her lower lip, eying me. "Ready to own this pussy, huh?" She cooed. I grinned, as I drew close to her and slowly thrust red my lubed fingers into her tight cunt. It was two at first, and I began to slowly twist and flick it, causing her to moan. This went on for a few minutes, and my fingers were fast becoming wet with her juices. Before she knew what was happening, I stopped and grabbed my throbbing cóck. Then, I pressed its head against her entrance. "Don't tease me, please" She begged. "Fuck me already!"She didn't have to ask twice because I was already thrusting my way
"I wish you were here," I murmured into the phone, gripping my bag tighter.Valerie’s soft sigh crackled through the speaker. "Me too."But she wasn’t. And as I ended the call and slipped my phone into my pocket, the weight of that absence settled in. It was Thursday. Just one more class stood between me and the weekend in town—a weekend I wanted to start with her beside me.Mornings with Valerie were the best; watching her ride me, with her tits bouncing as she rode my dick. It was just like she was sprinting down the track, but she was topless...and the view was breathtaking.Then my thoughts strayed to how she tasted, and my mind took me to that moment where I could taste her and feel her warmth on my tongue.Reality struck, though—I had to present my design to the class that morning, and time was running out. It came down to either grabbing breakfast or taking care of the problem myself.The latter was my only choice because there was no way I was walking into the cafeteria with a
A Young Man enjoys fûcking older women (4)"Are you going to fuck Mommy, or what?" I demanded."Oh, I'm going to fuck you all right," he said, as he placed his hands firmly on my hips and began rogering me in earnest.I hadn't had a dick this big inside me since college, and I'd almost forgotten how good being fucked by a big cock could feel. My husband used to make me come back when I was married, although more times than not it was with his tongue, but this time, I could already feel an orgasm rising after just a few deep thrusts.I moaned after just over a minute of being fucked by my son, "Oh, yes, baby, give it to Mommy... give me all that dick.""Do you like it hard?" he asked. He was slamming into me now, his body colliding into mine with each stroke."I love it hard, son," I moaned. "Now fuck Mommy good! Fuck me just like you fuck all your other sluts!""You're volunteering to be my slut? To join my stable?" he asked, not slowing down at all in his relentless attack on my feve
A Young Man enjoys fûcking older women (3)He slid his dick back into my mouth, and I resumed bobbing like the cock-hungry slut I was becoming again, trying to ignore that he was my son, and to focus instead on his huge cock in my mouth.He answered, "She said that once you saw my cock now that I'm grown, it would only be a matter of time before you had to surrender to it."As I bobbed, my desire to give him a blow job consumed me. I couldn't help but think that was exactly something my sister would have said about me, and what I would have said about her, if I was being totally frank with myself."She also told me I could very easily have my own personal live-in Mommy pet," he added, his hands grasping both sides of my head.Those words were so shameful, yet... all I wanted was his cock in my mouth, and soon inside my long-neglected pussy."Do you want to become my Mommy pet?" he asked, pulling out of my mouth."What's gotten into you?" I asked, avoiding the question, and looking up
A Young Man enjoys Fûcking Older Women (2)"What are you sorry about?" I asked. "Having sex with almost every single one of my friends? For having sex in my house when I'm not home? For supplying women with opportunities to break their marriage vows?""Actually... just for you finding out," he admitted."Excuse me?" I asked, getting more pissed. ."They're the ones choosing to break their marriage vows, and that's entirely their choice," he shrugged, obviously not thinking it was a big deal to fuck married women. "That's a very self-centered way to look at it," I said, yet again sneaking a peek at his cock. God, why couldn't I stop staring at his crotch?"I don't go around seducing them, they come to me," he justified. "At least they do the first time, but then they're on my list.""That's a very self-centered way to look at it," I said, yet again sneaking a peek at his cock.God, why couldn't I stop staring at his crotch?"I don't go around seducing them, they come and proposition
It was Monday, April 1, 2025. I was working late and it was fast approaching evening when my son, Henry texted me:What time will you be getting home tonight?I looked up at the huge pile of work that still cluttered my desk, sighed, and responded: Likely a couple more hours. I'll order pizza for us before I head out.He responded: Sounds great. Love you.It was sweet that my eighteen-year-old son always texted 'love you' at the end of our conversations.I texted a response: Love you too.Then, I returned to my paperwork. Not even a minute later, I received another text from my son, this one was very different.It read: Need cock?My eyes went wide... especially when I saw the attached picture of his cock—his impressive and erect cock! It was about seven inches long, and thick.I didn't know what on earth to do. I assumed my son had intended to send this inappropriate pic to some girl. But with that said, who the hell would he text those blunt two words to? And that pic?Nobody that I