I NEED A GILF FOR CHRISTMAS "Lucky?""Yes," I said, enjoying the soft, silky sensation. I had wondered many times what feeling a woman's legs and feet in nylons would be like."Every woman deserves to be catered to.""You're going to make some woman very happy," she smiled."Maybe one day.""Trust me, once you get out of high school and the cesspool it is, and join the real world, you'll be a great catch.""I look forward to such a time," I said. I was an average-looking guy—not ugly, not hot; not skinny, and not fat. I just didn't fit into the cliques of popularity. I was too smart to be cool at a school that celebrated football championships, not academic bowls."You're going to turn into a handsome man," she continued."Thanks." I was flattered, but her words made me a little uncomfortable. I wasn't used to compliments."I mean it," she went on. "If I was forty years younger, I'd be all over you."I laughed awkwardly and moved my hands to her toes, massaging each one individually.
I NEED A GILF FOR CHRISTMAS "Very well," She sounded as if she was in a flustered daze too, not questioning me at all, though her cheeks were already blushing red. She sat, and I slipped down before her. I grasped her nylon-clad legs and pushed them apart. "I imagine you haven't had this for a long time either." I leaned forward and buried my face in her forested pussy region. As I did, I discovered that her pubes were quite wet already, her scent unbelievably strong, exotic and captivating. "Oh, Derek," she moaned, even before my tongue had parted the hairs and found her hidden peach. "You smell absolutely heavenly." From my extensive online research, I knew that many women were insecure about their natural smell and taste. "Oh, Derek," she moaned again.For an instant, I simply briefly enjoyed being overwhelmed by her scent: so unique, so unlike anything else I had ever smelled. And much more present than the almost non-existent scent of the one girl I had orally pleasured.Sh
I NEED A GILF FOR CHRISTMAS She spread her legs wider as I positioned my dick at her wet pussy lips and then slid it in."Yes, baby, let me take your virginity," she moaned as I filled her up. "Oh yes, fuck me, Derek. Give me all that dick!""Oh my God!" The sensation of being inside a vagina was as exhilarating as being in a mouth, and yet completely different.I still could hardly believe it. Not only had I just had my first blow job, now I was losing my virginity as well. For half a minute or so, still adjusting to the surrealness of it all, I moved in and out of her pussy slowly."Harder," she moaned, "harder!"I placed my hands on her hips and pulled her against me, slamming into her again and again, loving how it felt as my thighs slapped against hers."Yeeeeeees!" she wailed. "Pound me, Derek, pound my pussy!""Yesss," I moaned. Hearing this sweet older lady talk so nasty drove me wild."Harder," she begged, "slam your body into mine."I thrust away at her, grunting and gaspin
I NEED A GILF FOR CHRISTMAS "Oh, you dirty boy," she cried, "then fuck your GILF, give me all that fat cóck and cûm inside me.""You first, my full-time grandma cûm dûmp," I grunted with a smirk. Clearly, I'd been reading too much erotic stories. "Oh yes, Derek," she moaned, "I'll be your granny slut, your grandma cûm dump and your GILF fûck toy."Her implication that this could be more than a wild one-time thing sent a shiver through me and made my balls boil with the imminence of my explosion."I'll cûm in this granny pussy, you sexy thing," I assured. Holding back was taking every fibre of my being. "I'll cûm inside my grandma slut as soon as she cûms on my dick."A few deep strokes later she gave a scream and her body shuddered against mine. "Oooooh, yes, Derek, I'll be your sluuuuuuuut!"Only seconds later, triggered by the noises coming from her mouth, her declaration of being my slut, my own orgasm was released and I unloaded deep inside her."Just... fill me up," she moaned
I NEED A GILF FOR CHRISTMAS The next day, Mary and I went to a grocery store. Afterwards , we visited a sex shop.We bought a couple of toys and some sexy costumes for her, including a slutty Wonder Woman outfit that she let me pick out for her.When we got back to her house, as soon as we'd put the groceries away we had sex again, right there in the kitchen. She still had cûm leaking out of her when there was a ring at the door."Who could it be this time?" she sighed as she grabbed her dress. We had just been gearing up for round two. She hadn't worn any panties, but she was still in her bra and pantyhose - ripped from where I'd been eager to get to her Pûssy."I'll check," I said as I put my pants on. I was beginning to appreciate how convenient sweats were.I went to the door, peeked through the keyhole, and felt my eyes go wide.I darted back to the kitchen, "It's Gwen and Hannah," I urgently said."Oh dear," Mary said. "I suppose I'd better answer the door then. You take this
DIARY OF A SLUT:Slut.That’s who I am.Throughout my life, I’ve been called many names: slut, whore, fucktoy—just to name a few. These are names I wear with pride. It takes a distinct set of skills to be praised in the art of sex. At twenty-five years old, I understand that when a man—or a group of men, for that matter—is inside me, using me for his pleasure, and calls me a slut, he means two things:One, it means he believes I exist for his pleasure. That I’ll let him fuck me when, where, and however he wants. My body becomes his to explore. I’m the canvas, and the sweet reward of cum is the paint in which he crafts his masterpiece.Two, it means that my pussy, my mouth, my ass, and my tits are extraordinary.My name is Rae. I’m twenty-five years old and married to a man I love with every fiber of my being. I adore everything about him—his sweet disposition, the way he cares for me, his thick cock pounding me for hours. But even in the early days, he knew I’d need more. It wasn’t ha
DIARY OF A SLUT- 2They shot again, both missing. The more shots that went in, the more eyes turned to us.Skirt off. Heels off. Pants off. Both Samantha and I were standing in our panties and bras.Frankie and Jeffery were in their underwear. It seemed much of the party made their way to the room where we stood--Frankie made his shot. I looked back and saw my ex's eyes on me.I shrugged, smirked, and slowly removed my bra, exposing my soft white breasts to the party.My pink protruding nipples were hard; I pinched them slightly, toying with my breasts, pulling them up, and then dropping them. The crowd cheered for me.I smiled at Samantha, who I noticed was eyeing me. I leaned closer and kissed her. I felt her hands caress my breasts gently. I saw the flash of cameras.When I pulled away, I looked back and Frankie and Jeffery, who stood; I could see their cocks pressed against the fabric of their underwear."You two like what you see?" I tease, playfully shaking my tits for them. Jef
DIARY OF A SLUT- 3"You're a slut." Jeffery said. I nodded. Was it now he realized who I was? I wondered. Allowing him to fuck me this way at a party was enough to convince him. "Yeah. I am" I affirmed. My eyelids were shutting close as I felt a loud spank on my ass. "You like my dick. Don't you?" He asked with a low growl. I nodded again. My tongue felt tied and the pain from the force of the slap burned my ass. I shuddered as I fell over on my face, my ass was high in the air. Then, I felt another slap. This time, it was heavier and even more painful. I let out a loud yelp, and the people who stood around broke into a cheer. What the hell was wrong with these fools? I thought as my ass continued to tongue. "I asked you a fûcking question! Do you like my dick?" Jeffery asked behind me as his hand hit my ass one more time. "Y-yeah. Yes. I love it! It's one of the best I've ever had."Jeffery drew close to me. "Then, I'll let you have it again." He said. I jerked my head
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