CONTINUATION: MY ELDERLY F*CK TOY!I heard Mr. Charlie's lawn mower sputter to life as he began making a neat line patterns in his grass. As he pumped his toned legs back up the lawn toward our houses, I could see a bulge swaying beneath his cargo sweat shorts. I licked my lips with excitement. It looks so heavy, I giggled to myself.Over the next few days, I hyper focused on seducing Mr. Charlie and enjoyed dabbling in exhibitionism. I made sure to strategically place myself wherever Mr. Charlie might be able to steal a glimpse of me.On Thursday I was in the front yard, pulling some weeds in a mini skirt that barely covered my ass. Mr. Charlie heard me working and stepped outside to say hello. I bent all the way over at the waist with my back facing him to grab a handful of dandelions, lingering long enough in the weeds to ensure he got a sufficient eyeful - I had no panties on, and with my legs closed, my fat pussy lips looked like the inside of a ripe grapefruit from the back."H-
CONTINUATION: MY ELDERLY F*CK TOY!***********"Mr. Charlie - do you have a girlfriend?""Oh no," he chuckled at the question like it was absurd. "And I fear I'm too old to have one now. There was only my Emira.""Do you ever get lonely?" I asked, now gently raking my manicured nails gently up and down his arm.Mr. Charlie squirmed in his seat. "Oh yes, I do sometimes.""Do you have a boyfriend, Miss Ariana?""No. I... don't have much luck in that department."I went for the gusto. My hand eased down to his lap and boldly rubbed the bulge I had been fantasizing. His cock sprang to life under my hands. Mr. Charlie jumped a little at my forwardness but responded with a big, toothy smile."Umm, is there something else you would like me to... help you with, Miss Ariana?"Oh, this is more like it, now he's asking the important questions, I thought to myself."Actually, there is." Cutting to the chase I boldly asked, "How long has it been since you've fucked a woman?" I continued stroking
CONTINUATION: MY ELDERLY F*CK TOY ---My heavy breasts bounced wildly, and a rainbow of colors exploded behind my eyes. I reached behind me, fondling Mr. Charlie's big balls with one hand as I felt them tighten, signaling that he was about to climax. "Oh my Lord, Miss Ariana!" he howled, deep, guttural groans spilling from his throat. He writhed in a pleasure that was distantly familiar and yet entirely brand new. His hips thrust up to mine as I pressed down into his. I felt his steel cock jerk inside me, thump, and spit an impressive load into my womb as I continued grinding. Mini orgasms burst and cascaded like fireworks, igniting my body. He gasped for air as I kept squeezing his cock within my walls, unwilling to let go just yet. As he began to soften inside me, he rubbed my big, perky tits as if in a trance, seemingly hoping that this wasn’t a dream. "I hope... I hope I didn’t do too bad?" Mr. Charlie smiled at me, seeking approval, his dimples peeking through his grayin
"It feels so damn good, Miss Ariana," he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. "Do you understand how rare a dick like yours is, Mr. Charlie?" I asked, turning my head to the side and locking eyes with him. "You're so much bigger than most men. It's like you were made for this." Up and down, my pussy hugged the length of his cock, my movements deliberate and teasing. "I... I think I do," he panted. "Most girls ran from me back in my day. Too scared to let me near it." "Those girls didn't know what they were missing, Mr. Charlie." I smirked, moving faster now. My ass popped up and down, grinding into his hips. "You’re somethin’ else, Miss Ariana," he gasped, his hands gripping my hips like a lifeline. "Ain't never had anyone like you. Never thought I would." "That's because you've never met a woman who knows how to handle a man like you," I teased, looking back at him with a sly smile. "I know exactly what you need, Mr. Charlie." His cock throbbed harder inside me, thic
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
Lily fucks the sperm donor (4)“Of course,” he said, sitting next to her on the bed. “What’s up?”Lily took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. “You remember how we talked about alternative options? Well... Janine and I discussed something that might help us.”David’s expression shifted, a mix of curiosity and apprehension flashing across his face. “What do you mean? Did you find another doctor?”“No, it’s not about a doctor,” she began, trying to gauge his reaction. “It’s about a donor.”“A donor?” he echoed, his voice edged with confusion. “What do you mean?”“Janine has a friend,” she explained carefully, pulling her phone back into her lap and scrolling to the photos. “His name is Andrew. He’s successful, healthy, and... well, he’s quite attractive.”Lily hesitated, watching David’s brow furrow deeper as she pulled up the pictures. “He’s a stockbroker, and I thought you might want to see for yourself.”She held her phone out to him, and David took it, his eyes scannin
Lily fucks the sperm donor (3)Lily and Janine had been inseparable since college. Freshman roommates in a cramped dorm, they’d stuck together through everything—bad breakups, late-night study sessions, and all the little triumphs that had shaped them into the women they were now.But even with their bond, they had always been different. Lily was the planner, the one who needed life to follow a clear, logical path. The career, the house, the husband. And then, the family. It was how things were supposed to go.Janine, on the other hand, had never lived by a blueprint. She built a solid career but thrived on unpredictability. Spontaneous trips, dating with no expectations, living on her own terms. It was thrilling most of the time. But in the quiet moments, when she lay in bed alone with nothing but her thoughts, she wondered what it would feel like to have something steady. A home. A partner. Not just passion, but permanence. She’d never say it out loud, but a part of her envied Lily’
Lily fucks the sperm donor (2)Lily’s mind raced as she tried to process what Dr. Simons was saying. Choosing a donor in a setting that felt safe, without the crushing expense of IVF, sounded almost like a relief. But it came with its own complications and uncertainties.Dr. Simons seemed to sense their hesitation. "This isn’t an easy suggestion, and I only bring it up because I want you to know all of your options. You wouldn’t be the first couple to consider it, and I can oversee the process—medically, emotionally, even with counseling if needed. But it’s a deeply personal choice, and I want you both to be completely comfortable, whatever you decide."Lily turned to David, searching his face for any sign of what he was feeling. His jaw was tight, his gaze fixed on the floor as he absorbed the weight of the suggestion.“We’d… need time to think,” David finally said, his voice low. “This isn’t something we ever expected to face.”“Of course,” Dr. Simons replied gently. “I’m here for a
Lily and David had been trying for a baby for over a year, and each month that passed without a positive test felt like another question mark hanging over them. They had finally decided to see a specialist, hoping for clarity—hoping that maybe it was just a simple issue of timing.When they arrived at Dr. Simons’ office, the waiting room was bright and serene, but both of them sat in silence, trying to steady their nerves. David, always the optimist, broke the silence first, giving Lily’s hand a squeeze.“Maybe we’re just overthinking this,” he said. “People go years without getting it right, then—boom—pregnant.”Lily forced a smile, though inside, she felt the weight of her fears. What if it wasn’t that simple?Soon, Dr. Simons, a kind-eyed woman with a warm smile, stepped into the waiting room and called them back. In her office, she gestured for them to sit, settling in across from them with a comforting, steady presence.“I know this process can feel overwhelming,” she began, “but
A crazy game of truth or dare (22)Ryan laughed. "It's too late to be shy, Love. I watched the whole thing from up there.' He said. Emma looked up and saw the walls of the cubicle weren't that high. He could easily watch by standing on the toilet, which is exactly what he'd done after he'd followed them from the bar and snuck in afterwards.'Ryan, I'm leaving now, could you please leave so I can get dressed?''Nah, I'm not done with you yet, put it in your mouth!'. As he locked the door and dropped his trousers, and his cock sprang out. She looked up at him, and realized that his muscular frame looked even bigger from where she was.There was no escape.She was locked in a cubicle with a man twice her size between her and the door. There was no use in screaming for help having deliberately picked a bathroom away from everyone.Looking at his cock bouncing Infront of her, she took him into her mouth.'Yeah that's it you fucking slut, you like sucking cock don't you?'Not wanting to
A crazy game of truth or dare (21)"You always look like a slut, Emma—with your big hair and your fake tits. You dress like a slut. Does Sarah dress like you? No. She dresses like a good wife. That’s why she’s at home right now, being a good wife."Emma didn't think she dressed slutty. She always tried to look nice, so she’d never go without heels or boots. She was happy with her body—not in a cocky way, just content with how she looked. She had a nice wardrobe full of clothes she felt good in. She didn’t think that made her a slut."And as for what you and Jason do, well, I’m making my own stories with you now, aren’t I?" Rob laughed, gripping her hair and yanking her head back."Open your mouth, slut."Emma obeyed as he held her tightly in his grip, then spit into her open mouth."You’re a fucking wank fantasy, Emma. Nothing more. I have no emotions in this. So if it becomes too much hassle or hard work? If it gets boring? I’ll move on to someone else. And rest assured, the moment
A crazy game of truth or dare (20)“That’s it, mate. Don’t be shy—push them together.”Rob snapped a few pictures while Neil stood watching, cursing the fact that he wasn’t the best man.“Hang on, try this…” Rob stepped forward and undid the top two buttons of Emma’s blouse, exposing more of her bra. “That’s better. Yeah, push them together.”Ryan readjusted his hands, now fully cupping her breasts, his fingers pressing against a mix of lace and warm skin.“Is this okay? I’m not hurting you, am I?” he murmured into Emma’s ear, inhaling the soft scent of her perfume.“No, it’s… erm, it’s fine,” she mumbled, just wanting to get this over with.“Yeah, that’s good. Give me a naughty smile, Emma.”She forced a small grin, and Rob clicked a few more pictures.“There you go, mate. That one’s done.”Ryan reluctantly let go of Emma and stepped back, taking his phone and the completed dare card from Rob, all while trying to hide the growing problem in his jeans.Emma buttoned up her blouse whil
A crazy game of truth or dare (19)"I'm, erm… just going to have a cigarette," Emma said with a small smile, addressing the group around her. She wasn’t a regular smoker—only when drinking or under heavy stress—but tonight, she had bought a pack on the way to the hotel, knowing it would give her an easy excuse to slip away from situations like this.She spotted the "Smokers Area" sign and made her way down the corridor toward the exit, relieved to be alone for a moment. But as she reached the door, she became aware of footsteps behind her. When she turned slightly, two men from the group—ones she hadn't interacted with much—were right behind her. They both smiled, following her outside.The smoking area was small, consisting of just two tables with metal chairs and a couple of outdoor heaters glowing faintly in the evening chill. Emma moved to the farthest corner and lit her cigarette, hoping for a few moments of solitude. That, of course, didn’t happen. The two men joined her almost
A crazy game of truth or dare (18)Emma looked back in the mirror, seeing a strand of cum running from the side of her mouth to her chin. Wiping it with her finger, she instinctively licked it off, then realized she had just voluntarily put Rob's cum in her mouth—and he wasn't even in the room! For the third time tonight, she touched up her makeup, and soon, the pair headed out."What if someone we know sees us?" she asked as they walked to the elevator, his hand on her ass."Unlikely, but if they do, we’ve got two options. If they only know one of us, then we say we're out at a friend's birthday party, and it's fancy dress, but I didn't get the memo. If it's someone we both know, then we'll have to judge it accordingly—but similar story."Emma knew Rob had just as much to lose as she did, so she trusted him to come up with a convincing story if the need arose."Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you…" Rob started as they waited for the elevator. "…Tonight is dare night. Anything—and I mean an