ARIANNA (25) SEDUCES HER ELDERLY NEIGHBOUR (70) It wasn't my intention to seduce my 70 year old neighbor. I mean, I have been trying to date men my age for the past couple years and quite frankly the whole process has been utterly unsatisfying. I'm 25 years old. I'm in pretty good shape- plump, DD tits and a soft round ass. I have a great career; an overall great life but finding a compatible lover has been abysmal.All the men I meet have some sort of fatal flaw in the bedroom. They're either skimpy on foreplay, are selfish, are awful at the actual act of fucking, or simply have dicks that are much too small with egos that are too big for my liking. Now I will admit, I'm a bit of a size queen. I may be young, but I know that I love to take cock that fills me up completely and totally.Never did I think it would be this difficult to find a man with at least an 8-inches (and who knows how to use it, this is an important part). But alas, here we are. I'd had too many hookups and not en
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
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