SEXY INTERN - 4---Dave sat up and looked down into her eyes, seeing a hint of fear. Then, he reached out to cup one of her breasts with his hands, causing Claire to bite her lip. She didn't want to give him a sense of satisfaction, but when he pulled hard on her nipple, she couldn't help but gasp in a mix of pain and pleasure. She struggled to ignore what she felt, but the ache in her pussy was overwhelming. When he slid his other hand down her back, pushing her dress with it, she did not resist. Her dress gathered at her waist, and he slid his hands over her torso, exploring every inch. Her body rocked back and forth in response to his touch. Unable to stifle herself, Claire let out a breathy moan as one of his hands traveled further down, over her dress, down to the bare skin above her thong. She lifted her hips up, rocking forward, her pussy aching for him. He slowly teased her as he gently guided his fingertips over the lace covering her mound. With the press
Author's note:In this story, an 18-year-old helps a GILF and he ends up with a special Christmas gift."GILF" in this context means "Grandmother I'd like to Fûck"This is a term for sexually attractive older women. If this story might trigger you, kindly move on to the next. Thanks for reading! **************"Derek, are you busy right now?" Mom asked as she walked into my basement room.I was in the middle of an online basketball game. "Yeah, kind of," I replied, keeping my eyes on the screen."How much longer?" she asked, ignoring my obvious distraction."Ten minutes," I said, grimacing as the other team scored an easy layup."Come see me when you're done," she said before walking off."Okay," I muttered, already focused back on the game.It wasn’t much of a match, but my anonymous teammate and I managed to win by three points. Satisfied, I shut off the console and headed upstairs. Mom was in the kitchen, decorating Christmas sugar cookies—my favorite."I need a favor," she said,
I NEED A GILF FOR CHRISTMAS - 2---"That's the dream," I joked as she gave my leg a firm squeeze before moving away again.My dick was raging in my pants, and I had to adjust it again.This time, I was sure Mrs. Barnes noticed and smiled.Unfortunately, we reached her house then, and it was the end of the surreal... flirtation?Was Mrs. Barnes flirting with me?I mean, I knew I had trouble reading girls, but I was sure there was something going on here.Yet I was equally sure I was misconstruing this.She was over sixty years old, after all.I was eighteen.I helped her out of the truck, offered her my arm, and led her into her home.Once she was safely inside, I went and grabbed the tree and brought it indoors.Mrs. Barnes already had a tree stand out, so all I had to do was put the tree in place."Thank you so much," she said as she looked at me and the tree."You're welcome," I said, glancing back at her.Now I really got a great look at her not dressed in winter attire.She was o
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
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