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Posted in Uncategorized, mature sex, milf seeker, granny sex on August 12th, 2006

I live in a cabin in the woods that my wife and I built several years ago. She moved out last year and we got a divorce. I’m not sure what happened. We’re still friends but I guess we just drifted apart. I’m a writer and have a couple of books published and a collection of poetry. I have a little following but nothing major by any means. I teach writing at a local college and a few on-line courses. I’m sixty two but pretty youthful. I’m in pretty good shape considering I love to eat and hate to exercise—except for my garden. I grow most of my own food. I live a pretty simple life, but one day, I decided to get a housemate, someone to help with the mortgage payments. I put up a sign at the local food co-op with little slips at the bottom with my phone number that said ask for Jack. I didn’t get any calls, but I checked my sign at the co-op and saw that a few slips had been taken.

One Sunday afternoon, the phone rang and the person asked for Jack. It was a woman’s voice. She sounded young. I said, “Yes, I was looking for a housemate but didn’t think a woman would call. I asked if she’d mind sharing the place with a man. She said, “It all depends. I just arrived in town and need a place to live.”

I told her I was five miles out of town and gave her directions. While I was waiting, I picked up things, wiped the kitchen counter, put some dishes away and ran a brush around the toilet bowl. The place looked pretty good. About fifteen minutes later, I saw a red Saab pull up next to my car. I saw a young woman walking up the path, looking down at the ground, then up at the cabin. She wore a short denim skirt and a jeans jacket. She had long brownish hair, almost blonde. I opened the screen door as she approached and she looked up and smiled, “Hi. I’m Kate,” she said and shook my hand.

When she entered and looked around she said, “Oh, wow, I love all the wood and the skylights.” She had a pretty face with big brown eyes and freckles. Her hair came down past her shoulders.

I told her the wood came from an old barn that was taken down and was over two hundred years old.

“So where would I stay, if I took it?” she asked.

“You’d have the other side of the cabin,” I said. “Follow me and I’ll show you.” When we entered the bedroom, she unzipped her jean jacket. She was wearing a tight black turtle neck sweater and I could see she had nice tits. I knew she wasn’t wearing a bra because her nipples showed through her shirt. “She’s really built,” I thought.

“Nice room,” she said, looking at everything. “I like the skylight over the bed.”

“The bed is handmade,” I said. “Built it myself,” I added.

She pressed her hand down on the mattress, “Feels firm,” she said.

“Where do you sleep?” she asked.

I told her I use the daybed in the other room because it’s closer to the bathroom. “We’ll have to share the bathroom and the kitchen,” I added. “Having the bathroom on the other side of the hose is a design flaw but we had no choice.”

“It’s not the end of the world, if I have to get up to pee,” she said.

“Here’s the closet,” I said. “It’s pretty big.”

“Great,” she said, rubbing her fingers over the handmade door.

“Let me see the bathroom,” she said.

She walked in front of me back to the other side of the cabin and I couldn’t help but notice her round ass in the short tight skirt she was wearing. I then went in front of her and led her to the bathroom. “Hey, you’ve got a washer and dryer. I’m so sick of Laundromats,” she said. Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted in mature pics, older women - young pussy on August 11th, 2006

When Mr. Lay got upstairs, he laid Gina out on his own bed. She could tell it was his room because there was absolutely nothing feminine about it, and they’d passed by Lauren’s room on to his. Smiling at her, he began massaging her legs, making them even limper. Gina felt like she had absolutely no energy left, the intense teasing with the food downstairs and her orgasm as he ate her out had completely exhausted her… but the massage felt wonderful.

As she watched him rub her body, his eyes taking in the sight of her naked beauty, she contemplated on the advantages of a much older lover. Sure, he was old enough to be her dad, but it wasn’t like she was in high school anymore. They weren’t going out on dates… it was just sex. And his age and experience meant that he was doing things to her body that no guy her age did… plus he was taking the time to make sure that she was satisfied. Everything so was easy, she didn’t have to work hard to make sure that she was going to cum - he did it for her!

Even now, with his talented and soothing hands, the massage was bringing new life back to her body. She moaned a little as his fingers kneaded her thighs, little jolts of pleasure starting to awaken her pussy all over again. When was the last time she’d gotten this much sexual pleasure with a guy her own age? Mostly it was just wham-bam thank you ma’am. Sure, the guys in Europe had been great for new experiences, but even then she’d needed more than one of them to give her as much pleasure as she was getting from Mr. Lay!

And there was just something so wonderfully naughty about all of it, that made her feel deliciously bad inside.

“Ooooo… Mr. Lay,” she moaned as his fingers brushed against her smooth mound, “You’re getting me all wet again,” she was practically panting as his hands engulfed her breasts, making the massage something blatantly sexual.

“That’s the idea,” he smiled down at her as her back arched and her splendid breasts were pressed against his grip. With his thumb and index finger he plucked at her nipples which were turning into pink little points on her chest, her thighs spread apart involuntarily as her body started heating up again. Gripping her nipples harder, he tugged firmly, almost pulling her body upwards as he practically milked her chest, twisting them slightly. Writhing slightly, with her mouth open, Gina presented a most enticing site.

Turning himself around, Mr. Lay got into position above her, with one knee on each side of his head. Lowering his balls to her mouth, he let her suck and lick the heavy sack while he groaned with delight, his hands never ceasing their steady stimulation of her nipples and breasts. Gina was a bit surprised at this maneuver, she’d sucked on a guy’s balls before of course, but never while he was pleasuring her at the same time! It was just another level of consideration really. Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted in older pussy lips, granny sex, mature VS Young on August 9th, 2006

Mary looked out of her bedroom window and watched Mark as he walked up the driveway. He had only returned from his second term at university that afternoon and the first thing he had done was to ‘phone her. She felt like a giddy teenager again, as he asked if she had missed him and then if she would like to see him later. Even though she could not understand why Mark would want someone old enough to be his mother, Mary was glad that he did.

She had arranged that she would leave the side door unlocked and wait for him in her bedroom. Mary had bathed and carefully shaved her pussy and ass so as to surprise him with her bald mound. Then she had chosen a bra and panties, with matching suspender belt and sheer stockings. The bra pushed her heavy breasts together and up, making a deep valley between them and the stockings accentuated her long shapely legs. The flimsy panties barely covered the lips of her pussy and clung tightly to her smooth skin.

Mary heard the side door close and Marks quick, light, step as he climbed the stairs. Quickly she arranged herself on top of the bed, lying on her side, one leg bent, so that he would not immediately see her pussy. She looked up and saw him standing in the doorway, his t-shirt stretched over the smooth skin of his chest and his tight jeans bulging at his crotch. Without speaking he crossed to the side of her bed and looked down as she sat up. Almost dazed, Mary reached out and began to unfasten the straining buttons of his fly. The bulge in his pants seemed to swell and harden, even as she watched.

Mary pushed Mark’s jeans down to his ankles and then eased his boxers down over his cock. She gasped as it sprang free, seemingly even thicker and harder than she remembered. Opening her mouth she gently kissed and licked the tip, before leaning forward and sucking the head of his cock into her warm, wet mouth. She could taste the saltiness of his sweat and smell his musk as she sucked slowly, lapping at his hard meat with the tip of her tongue. Her breasts seemed to swell in her bra and the hard points of her nipples pressed against the rough lace.

Mark pulled his t-shirt over his head and with his cock in her mouth wriggled out of the rest of his clothes, so that he was naked in front of her. Mary grasped his hips and pulled him closer to her, his thick cock slipping further into her mouth and, as she swallowed, into the back of her throat. Mark closed his eyes and bit his lip as he fought down the urge to thrust his cock to the back of her mouth and spurt his cum into her throat. Mary felt his shaft swelling and stretching her mouth as she ran her tongue all over his length. Mark reached down and unfastened the clasp of her bra, letting her breasts swing free.

Taking her hard nipples in his fingers, Mark pulled and twisted them, until Mary groaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure. She could feel her pussy leaking into her panties, making them cling to her shaved skin. The smell of her pussy seemed to fill the room, sharper and muskier than a young girl’s. She slurped greedily on Mark’s cock, stuffing the length of him into her mouth until she almost gagged on the head as she took it into the back of her throat.

Mark stepped back and pushed Mary down onto the bed, pulling her bra off to fully reveal her breasts. Straddling her belly, he leaned over her and took one of her nipples in his mouth and began to suck hard. As he moved his mouth over her swollen globes, Mark would suckle and bit, leaving a tiny series of angry bruises on her creamy flesh.

“God yes, bite me, bite my tits.” Mary moaned

Mark leaned further over and began to suckle Mary’s other nipple. She writhed beneath him as he sucked and bit at her tender breast, leaving another trail of tiny, angry marks. Mary could feel the sparks of dark, perverse, pleasure ripping through her nerves and settling to kindle the heat in her pussy. Her juices oozed into her panties, soaking the thin material and gluing it to her bald pussy.

Mark reached down between her thighs and pressed his fingers against the material, feeling the wetness soaking through. Hooking his fingers in the waistband, he jerked his hand downwards, so sharply that they tore off her body. Mary knew that he was going to take her roughly and use her for his own pleasure. The image of his cock being rammed viciously into her filled her with lust and she groaned, deep within her throat. She reached down, groping for his cock and Mark grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head. He thrust his knee between her thighs and forced them apart, the tip of his cock leaving a damp, slimy trail over her belly. Mary knew that she was dripping wet, but also that her pussy was still tight from the months without Mark. She shook her head desperately

“Mark, no. Go slowly, or you’ll hurt me.” Mary pleaded.

Mark grinned and ignored her plea. Mary realised then that she would be powerless to stop him. Suddenly, her fantasy of being raped was starting to come true. Mary willed herself to resist, but the thought of his cock being driven hard into her pussy kept filling her mind and robbing her of the will to fight him off. She felt the head of his cock nestling between the dripping lips of her pussy as he guided it towards her tight passage. Mary tried to get her feet onto the bed, but only managed to open her pussy wider. Mark leaned over her, his mouth close to her ear. Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted in mature sex, nude mature women, granny sex on August 8th, 2006

Donna was almost 40. My god, she thought, 40. Was it possible? Her husband had long ago stopped treating her like a lover and was happy with an unimaginative fuck once or twice a month. Donna, on the other hand, craved sex. More than that, she craved attention and the turning heads of men that she was used to in her 20’s and 30’s.

In spite of her insecurity, Donna was actually very sexy and still had a great body. One afternoon while shopping, she noticed that the boy bagging her groceries was staring at her, but looking away guiltily when she turned to him. “Can you help me out to my car with all these bags, David?” she asked, looking at the name badge on his shirt. “Yes ma’am” he said. God, she hated that “ma’am” stuff. Was she really that old?

At the car, Donna unlocked the back door and leaned inside to clear the seat for her packages. As she did, her rather short skirt rode up just enough for David to get a peek at her panties. She wasn’t sure if he was looking at first, but when she stood up and looked at him, she saw he was blushing and looking guilty again.

“Did you like the view?” she teased. David was about to protest and started to say he didn’t know what she meant, when she leaned over to get a package out of the cart. Her low-cut blouse revealed a splendid cleavage in a half-cup bra. Now David couldn’t pretend not to notice; his eyes were riveted to her breasts.

“Oh, David, it’s so nice to have a man appreciate me,” she said in a sexy voice. “Man” was cutting it close, really, as David couldn’t have been more than 16. But she could see he was man enough for her purposes, as he stiffened inside his pants.

As she got into the driver’s seat of her car, she opened her legs wide enough to make David gasp. He got a wonderful view of her gorgeous thighs and the crotch of her white lace panties. As she drove away, she thought “I still have it.” She was happier than she had been in months.

But the flirting with the grocery boy only made her want more. The next day, a Saturday, she put on the shortest skirt, lowest cut blouse, tallest heels and sexiest lingerie she owned, and headed to the mall. She spent a few minutes window shopping, noticing that women scowled at her and men smiled. “Fuck you, dried up bitches,” she thought.

Not long after, she noticed a young boy, maybe 14 years old, eyeing her in what he must have thought was a sly manner. She walked slowly, with just a hint of sluttiness in her wiggle, as the boy followed her discreetly. She made her way slowly to the escalator to the second level, and when she was sure he was following, she stepped onto the stairs.

The boy got on when she was about halfway up, and she reached behind her and raised the hem of her skirt slightly to scratch her thigh. The boy could see her pink panties and nearly choked. At the top of the escalator, she stepped off, bent all the way over to fix her shoe, and walked on. Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted in mature sex, nude mature women, granny sex on August 8th, 2006

Donna was almost 40. My god, she thought, 40. Was it possible? Her husband had long ago stopped treating her like a lover and was happy with an unimaginative fuck once or twice a month. Donna, on the other hand, craved sex. More than that, she craved attention and the turning heads of men that she was used to in her 20’s and 30’s.

In spite of her insecurity, Donna was actually very sexy and still had a great body. One afternoon while shopping, she noticed that the boy bagging her groceries was staring at her, but looking away guiltily when she turned to him. “Can you help me out to my car with all these bags, David?” she asked, looking at the name badge on his shirt. “Yes ma’am” he said. God, she hated that “ma’am” stuff. Was she really that old?

At the car, Donna unlocked the back door and leaned inside to clear the seat for her packages. As she did, her rather short skirt rode up just enough for David to get a peek at her panties. She wasn’t sure if he was looking at first, but when she stood up and looked at him, she saw he was blushing and looking guilty again.

“Did you like the view?” she teased. David was about to protest and started to say he didn’t know what she meant, when she leaned over to get a package out of the cart. Her low-cut blouse revealed a splendid cleavage in a half-cup bra. Now David couldn’t pretend not to notice; his eyes were riveted to her breasts.

“Oh, David, it’s so nice to have a man appreciate me,” she said in a sexy voice. “Man” was cutting it close, really, as David couldn’t have been more than 16. But she could see he was man enough for her purposes, as he stiffened inside his pants.

As she got into the driver’s seat of her car, she opened her legs wide enough to make David gasp. He got a wonderful view of her gorgeous thighs and the crotch of her white lace panties. As she drove away, she thought “I still have it.” She was happier than she had been in months.

But the flirting with the grocery boy only made her want more. The next day, a Saturday, she put on the shortest skirt, lowest cut blouse, tallest heels and sexiest lingerie she owned, and headed to the mall. She spent a few minutes window shopping, noticing that women scowled at her and men smiled. “Fuck you, dried up bitches,” she thought.

Not long after, she noticed a young boy, maybe 14 years old, eyeing her in what he must have thought was a sly manner. She walked slowly, with just a hint of sluttiness in her wiggle, as the boy followed her discreetly. She made her way slowly to the escalator to the second level, and when she was sure he was following, she stepped onto the stairs.

The boy got on when she was about halfway up, and she reached behind her and raised the hem of her skirt slightly to scratch her thigh. The boy could see her pink panties and nearly choked. At the top of the escalator, she stepped off, bent all the way over to fix her shoe, and walked on. Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted in mature sex, milf seeker, granny pics on August 8th, 2006

Donna was almost 40. My god, she thought, 40. Was it possible? Her husband had long ago stopped treating her like a lover and was happy with an unimaginative fuck once or twice a month. Donna, on the other hand, craved sex. More than that, she craved attention and the turning heads of men that she was used to in her 20’s and 30’s.

In spite of her insecurity, Donna was actually very sexy and still had a great body. One afternoon while shopping, she noticed that the boy bagging her groceries was staring at her, but looking away guiltily when she turned to him. “Can you help me out to my car with all these bags, David?” she asked, looking at the name badge on his shirt. “Yes ma’am” he said. God, she hated that “ma’am” stuff. Was she really that old?

At the car, Donna unlocked the back door and leaned inside to clear the seat for her packages. As she did, her rather short skirt rode up just enough for David to get a peek at her panties. She wasn’t sure if he was looking at first, but when she stood up and looked at him, she saw he was blushing and looking guilty again.

“Did you like the view?” she teased. David was about to protest and started to say he didn’t know what she meant, when she leaned over to get a package out of the cart. Her low-cut blouse revealed a splendid cleavage in a half-cup bra. Now David couldn’t pretend not to notice; his eyes were riveted to her breasts.

“Oh, David, it’s so nice to have a man appreciate me,” she said in a sexy voice. “Man” was cutting it close, really, as David couldn’t have been more than 16. But she could see he was man enough for her purposes, as he stiffened inside his pants.

As she got into the driver’s seat of her car, she opened her legs wide enough to make David gasp. He got a wonderful view of her gorgeous thighs and the crotch of her white lace panties. As she drove away, she thought “I still have it.” She was happier than she had been in months.

But the flirting with the grocery boy only made her want more. The next day, a Saturday, she put on the shortest skirt, lowest cut blouse, tallest heels and sexiest lingerie she owned, and headed to the mall. She spent a few minutes window shopping, noticing that women scowled at her and men smiled. “Fuck you, dried up bitches,” she thought.

Not long after, she noticed a young boy, maybe 14 years old, eyeing her in what he must have thought was a sly manner. She walked slowly, with just a hint of sluttiness in her wiggle, as the boy followed her discreetly. She made her way slowly to the escalator to the second level, and when she was sure he was following, she stepped onto the stairs. Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted in older pussy lips, young man vs older woman, mature VS Young on August 7th, 2006

She sat there reading on her computer and surfing like usual. Her thoughts began to wander and a slow smile crept over her lips. She opened up a chat program to see if he was online and beamed when she saw his sn there. He was often busy and she hated to interrupt but she remembered him telling her not to feel that way so she just jumped in and said hello.

He replied almost immediately and her smile was so wide her cheeks ached just a bit, a not unpleasant feeling. She found herself drawn to him time and time again but didn’t want to analyze it, rather just let it take her where it wanted to. Just talking to him made her ache with want and she hadn’t felt that way in a long long time. More the reason to jump in and chat with him when she got a chance to. She checked the whereabouts of her daughter, closed and locked her door, turning up the TV in her room to cut out all other noises.

She read as he typed about times in his life, sad times, awful times and couldn’t help but wonder who was there to wrap their arms around him tight when he needed it the most. Some things are hard to imagine going through if you haven’t gone through them yourself but imagining someone else in pain or witnessing it always tugged at her heart. Maybe that’s why she worked taking care of seniors, and could sympathize when they were afraid and confused. So many times her eyes had teared up when theirs did and she had hugged and held hands with people when they needed someone there beside them.

Conversations drift and this one did as well. If chemistry can be felt through Internet connections, she felt it very strong here for some reason. She turned on her cam and in this modern age where you can talk to someone far away while you type to them, she never was less than amazed. How easily he could read her mind at times, maybe from experience, maybe because they were both on the same page. She’d let the camera dip down lower and took pleasure in the fact that as a female, subtle teasing can be so wonderfully delicious. He seemed to appreciate the affect and they began to type a bit more seriously about how they’d imagine things would be if they were close enough to touch.

Without even a touch her nipples grew hard and the moisture between her legs intensified. He could take her imagination and send it soaring and she was all too eager to allow him to. She never could find sense in the fact that people sat in front of their computers excited and yet five minutes with him and she understood. She slipped her fingers between her legs and felt the wetness waiting between the lips, more than she had imagined. Her fingers absently went back to her lips to taste…and smell the sweetness she knew as her own. Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted in older pussy lips, granny sex, mature VS Young on August 6th, 2006

It had only been twenty four hours since their last fuck but to Rob it felt like too long. His cock eagerly sprang up as April zipped open his trousers. He guided her head down, forcing the long shaft between her rosy lips.

She was leaning across the gear shift, kneeling on the passenger seat of Rob’s car. They had parked at their usual spot, near the sports field that was always abandoned on weekdays. Rob sometimes fantasised about getting April to himself for a whole day, to be able to fuck her long and slow, and not worry about getting caught. But he realised that most of the time it was the secrecy that turned him on. Fucking your best friend’s 19 year old daughter was one of the kinkiest things Rob could imagine – and he was doing it almost every day.

April now came up for air, her face wet with saliva and Rob’s pre-cum. She smiled at him.

“My panties are so wet. I’ve been thinking about your cock all day and it makes me so horny,” she gasped, kissing Rob and covering his lips with his own juices, “Do you think about me Rob?”

“Are you fucking kidding? I hardly do anything but think of you, baby. I think about that tight little pussy,” he said as his fingers rubbed her through her panties, “God you are wet. I think you better take those off.”

April moaned, sitting down on the passenger seat, against the door and facing Rob. One of her legs was up near his head, while the other lay across his lap, her foot playing with his cock. She wriggled out of her panties, giving them to Rob. He held the damp material around his cock, rubbing the remnants of her juices onto him. April watched him, biting her lower lip and moaning softly.

“Touch my pussy, Rob. Touch it while you touch your dick.” April told him.

With one hand still around his cock, Rob kept his other hand busy fingering her cunt. Rob started by gently moving around her pussy lips, but soon April was inching her ass across the seat, urging him to enter her with his fingers. He pushed one digit inside, but April moaned ‘More…”, so he tried another, then another. She shuddered at his touch, and leaned back and closed her eyes. Her hands were caressing her inner thighs, close but not interfering with his touch. Read the rest of this entry »