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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 »

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 »

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 »

I sighed as I saw Sandra walk down the drive with a big bunch of flowers. I loved and hated it when Sandra visited me. On one hand I loved being in her company, finding her warm, attractive, and dare I say it, sexy. But on the other hand, Sandra’s presence stirred up so many things in me that made me feel very uncomfortable, and a little dirty. There were feelings of lust and desire that I had great difficulty in repressing.

Unconsciously, I looked in the mirror in the hall to sort my appearance before opening the door. Not that it needed sorted. I was a beautiful woman with shoulder length dark hair and a good figure. As Sandra rang the bell, I smoothed down my cream colored skirt and straightened my white blouse. I always found myself anxiously checking my appearance before Sandra visited.

I opened the door to Sandra’s beautiful smiling face. Sandra was a blond in her early twenties and was, as usual, dressed provocatively. She wore a red mini-skirt, black patterned stockings, knee length high-heeled kinky boots and a white T-shirt, through which I could see her erect nipples. As I glanced at Sandra’s curvy figure, I was already beginning to feel nervous.

I invited her in and Sandra gave me the flowers. “These are just to say thank you for what you have done for us.” said Sandra. Sandra’s mother had been ill recently and I had helped them both out, giving them lifts in my car and doing errands. “Oh, thank you. They’re beautiful.” I replied, sincerely. “I was always glad to help.”

I invited Sandra into the lounge. I sat on the large couch while Sandra sat on the chair facing me. As usual Sandra sat with her well shaped legs slightly apart. In this position Sandra panties were clearly visible and I had difficulty stopping myself from staring at them. I hated to admit it, but this really turned me on. I could already feel myself go moist and my nipples go hard. It looked like I would have to resort to the vibrator to relieve myself again when Sandra left.

“But I would also like to thank you personally for your assistance.” said Sandra huskily. This caused some unwelcome fantasies to rush through my imagination. I tried to dismiss them and just smiled.

Sandra stood up and walked slowly over to me, swaying her hips. She stood in front of me, as I sat on the couch. “I know the perfect way to show my appreciation for all you have done.” Said Sandra and lifted up the front of her red skirt directly in front of my face. I stared wide eyed, raising my gaze from her sexy stockings, to her bare thighs, to her tight skimpy panties covering those protruding pussy lips. Sighing in delight. Sandra lightly caressed her pussy through the soft material with her fingers as I looked on whimpering uncontrollably. I bit my lip and frowned with lust as I tried to fight the desire that was rising within me. I didn’t know what to say or do.

But Sandra did. She gently took my hands and placed them on her panties, and rubbed my fingers against her pussy through the soft material. Sandra purred with delight. “I know you want this, Marie.” She said. Then, she lifted my hands up to her pert breasts and placed them over her erect nipples. “And I know you also want these.” Read the rest of this entry »

My husband usually writes but I wanted to fill you in on my Saturday night past. I am Barbara, I’m 43 yrs. old and have two children. My husband revealed to me that he would like to see me fucked by other men and I let that happen (see: My Wife Barbara Gets Fucked). I also had a campground fling, and I let his buddies fuck me in the ass on Superbowl one after another, all nine of them.

I am 5′9″ tall 140 Lbs. My legs are long and my butt is huge. It measures 45″ and is really accented by my waist which is only 26″. My boobs are an average 34B. My ass has always been my embarrassment. It is a bubble butt with a few dimples. You can put a hand under a cheek and jiggle it up and down and I have always thought it was horrible. My husband has always loved my ass and has always wanted to fuck me in the ass. I used to think it was dirty and I only let him up my butt on occasions. That was before he told me to let other guys fuck me. After Superbowl and letting 9 guys fuck my ass in a row I learned that my butt may not be that unattractive. My pussy is very tight and small lipped. There is no external protrusions of my pussy lips and my hole is very small.

This past Saturday night I told my husband that I wanted to go to the blues club in town and I wanted him to watch me pick up a guy and fuck him inside the club.

Saturday night came and I wanted to see if my ass could be used as a guy magnet. I also shaved my pussy without my husband knowing. I bought a new short white skirt that fit tightly to my waist and over the top of my hips but then flaired out away from my ass so when I walked the skirt would swish because of the movement of my ass. It was very short. I put on a red thong a tight pink knit top and high heels no nylons.

We went early to the club and I sat my husband at the table closest to the bar end that hooked into the wall. It was the closed end of the bar and there were two bar stools then a waitress pickup before the curve of the bar to the bar front. I told him to sit there and watch. I moved to the stools next to the wall and ordered a drink from the bartender. The stools were perfect height with a small wooden back and they swiveled.

Soon people began to crowd in. I was standing at the bar between the stools so whoever wanted could see my ass. A black guy and a white guy together came over and began to chat. They quickly began talking sexually and complimenting my ass and that they were ass men etc. I left to go to the restroom and there I took off my thong. Upon returning I was between them and I told them my plan. Read the rest of this entry »

A couple of weeks had passed since her “sticky” night out without incident. Everything seemed normal, but I couldn’t get that night off of my mind. It tears me apart inside to think of her with other men, but when she dresses in leather, It turns me on way too much to try to stop her. The really dangerous thing is: now SHE KNOWS it. I’m trapped between my jealousy and my uncontrollable leather fetish, and I know she’ll use that to the fullest.

Last week, she called me at work to tell me that she was going out to do some shopping, and that she probably would still be out when I got home. I usually get home by 7 or 8 pm, so I didn’t think anything of it.

When I got home, there was a video tape on the coffee table, and a note from Lisa that just said “PLAY ME”. I put the tape in the VCR, and then appeared our bathroom, with the camera facing the mirror, on a slight angle. The bathroom was well lit, with all of my wife’s make up spread out on the shelf beneath the mirror like utensils waiting ready for a surgeon.

I then heard Lisa’s voice, even though she was not yet in the picture, saying “I’ll bet your wondering what this is all about.” She then stepped into view, but only her reflection in the big bathroom mirror. She was naked, but her long shiny black hair was done, and she had her usual make up on. She always surrounded her eyes with dark eye liner, drawn to a point on the outsides to give her a sexy “cat” effect, and coated her full sexy lips with deep dark color.

Her 36c breasts were perfect and round, and were in no need of a bra. They didn’t droop at all. Her shapely hips that led to her heart shaped ass, long sexy legs, and her pussy was shaved clean. What a sight!

She then said, looking into the camera through the mirror, “Yes baby, I went shopping today, but only for a new leather outfit to wear tonight. I hope you didn’t mind” she said with a sexy, condescending smirk. “I thought you could watch me as I prepare for a really hot night.”

My heart was breaking, but my rod was getting as hard as ever. Lisa then said. “First, I need to touch up my make up. I really want to stand out tonight.” She applied a much heavier, darker eye liner, and drew the lines out side to a dramatic “cat” like I never saw her do before.

She then applied dark eye shadow to give her sexy eyes a real smokey deep look. I was in awe. then she applied deep blush to her cheekbones to accentuate her already beautiful facial lines. The final piece was another coat of the deepest red lipstick I ever saw. It was a DEEP dark blood red. She then covered her blood red lips with super shiny clear gloss. Her lips looked like they were dripping with a honey glaze. I was in a frenzy.

She then pouted her lips in the mirror, oh so sexily, then looked in the camera through the mirror and said, ” I guess I should start getting dressed in my new black leather.”

The scene switched to our bedroom, which was also well lit. Across the bed was every piece of her new outfit laid our perfectly. Lisa said with an evil bitchy smile, “I hope you don’t mind how much I spent today. I had to go down town to this special boutique that specializes in fetish leather. I really did spend an awful lot of your money on this outfit, that someone else will be enjoying. How much will they enjoy? I’ll just have to wait to see.” Read the rest of this entry »

When I was in high school, I was a cheerleader, which was synonymous with the word slut. I was 15 when the below episode happened, and had already lost my cherry and had numerous lovers. I lost my virginity when I was 13 to a man who’s kids I used to baby-sit for. He and his wife had divorced after he caught her gang banging three black men. One night he came home and talked me into fucking him. After that, I found I loved fucking and would let anyone into my pants. But, I had never had the opportunity to make it with a black guy. I was curious, but I thought it wouldn’t be right to have sex with someone of a different race. I did have a friend, Keith, who was black, though he never made any attempt to have sex with me. That is, ’til one summer day.

He invited me over to listen to albums and I accepted. After I got there, he asked me if I wanted a drink and I said yes. He came back with a strong rum and coke, and not having really ever drank alcohol, I got feeling pretty woozy real quick. We sat on his bed and soon he put his arm around me. I felt funny about it, but let him keep it there. The next thing I knew, he was kissing me. I felt very horny real quick and I kissed him back. His hands went to my tit and his thumb ran across my nipple, causing it to harden and make me even more horny. This continued for about fifteen minutes and I was like putty in his hands. When I felt his hand at the crotch of my cutoffs, I jumped and moved it away. “No Keith, we can’t do that!” “Why not?” he asked. “Because I’m going steady with Jimmy, and what we’ve already done has gone too far, and also because of our differences. It’s not right to do this with someone who’s not the same race!” Then he kissed me again, and I made a very feeble attempt at breaking it. His hand went right back to rubbing my pussy through my shorts, and it felt so good, I couldn’t make him stop. Before long, he undid my shorts and began to pull them down. I whimpered “Please, no Keith. Please stop!” But he just kept on going. I felt my pussy get wet and I went with the flow. Soon, he had my clothes completely off of me and I lay there naked in his arms. He pushed me back on the bed and I felt my legs begin to spread to allow him access to my cunt. I felt his fingers enter me and go in deep. As they moved around, I got even hotter. He kissed me again, his tongue probing sliding into my mouth. He took my hand and placed it on his cock. I was amazed! He was huge! He undid his pants and I got my first view of it. It had to be a foot long!

He began to move between my legs and I felt his cock bump against my swollen mushy cunt. I said sharply “No! We can’t do this! Please, Stop!” “He said “Baby, I got to cum! If I can’t fuck you, will you suck my cock?” Well, I’ve done that numerous times with guys who I didn’t want to fuck, and figured it would be OK to do it. So I told him yes and he lay back. I lowered my head to his massive cock, then opened my mouth and sucked him in. My lips were stretched wide due to his size, but I took in all I could. He only lasted about ten minutes before he shot off in my mouth. Most guys usually spurt three or four times, and fill my mouth. I swallow the cum, then we’re done. Keith spurted about a dozen times, and each one was more than I ever had at once! I tried to swallow it all, but some of it dripped out onto my chin. He then lowered his head to my pussy and began to eat me out. Soon, I felt his cock harden again. I was so hot that I just had to cum. When he moved betwe en my legs again, I didn’t put up a fight about it. My body needed his cock, and needed it right away! I felt his cock split open my cunt and enter me. As he slid into me, I came, and came. I couldn’t very well ask him to stop that he had a “taste” of my cunt, so I let him continue. He slid in to the back of my tiny cunt, and stopped while I got used to his size. He was so fucking big that it almost hurt, but the ecstasy that I felt overrode any feeling of pain. As my cunt stretched, he went in farther. The biggest cock I had ever felt in me prior to Keith was about six inches in length. He doubled any other cock I had ever had, and the thickness was indescribable. Finally, I felt his balls resting against my ass and I knew that he had fully entered me. Then he began to fuck me. I cried out and came repeatedly as he thrust in and out of me. I had never had it this good before. His size was not only satisfying me, but driving me further towards the most powerful orgasm I ever had. Read the rest of this entry »

When Audrey first saw Aaron, she thought he was a burglar. She had been going out to her car to get her briefcase when she saw the moonlight catch a figure on her neighbor’s garage roof. The Hammonds had only moved in four months ago, and Audrey was horrified at the thought that they would be the first family in the quiet neighborhood to be robbed. She froze in the driveway, in her bathrobe, and tried to see whether the figure was about to climb in a second-story window, or just climbing out.

Neither was the case. As Audrey’s eyes adjusted to the dark, she could clearly see a young man, sitting cross-legged on the roof. She could just make out the red glow of his cigarette, and he appeared to be staring at the stars.

She noticed the beat-up car in the Hammond’s driveway, and the University decal on the back window. Not like a burglar to park in the driveway, Audrey thought. More like a kid home from college. She had some vague recollection of a conversation with June Hammond the day after they moved in. Now the details came back.

The two-year-old girl, Kim, was June’s. George Hammond, the husband, had a son from a previous marriage who was a freshman at a school in Massachusetts. Audrey tried to think of the son’s name, but nothing surfaced. June had been far more eager to talk about Kim, that day. And most days since, Audrey noted.

Audrey got her briefcase and pulled her bathrobe tighter in the brisk air of late May. She looked back up at the boy on the roof, just to see him crawling back in his bedroom window.

The next morning, Audrey was on a plane to meet with a client in Philadelphia. She liked business trips; she usually had at least one co-worker or assistant with her, and it was nice to have people to talk to after hours in the hotel bar. Audrey had lived alone since her divorce two years ago, and work-related travel had become a welcome break from solitude.

Not always, of course. Audrey had gone to Philly with two other people from the office, a married man a few years older than her, and a female assistant a few years younger. It was apparent that those two would be sleeping together from the moment they got on the plane. And the client was horrible. And so was the hotel bar. So Audrey spent six days in the City of Brotherly Love, alone, watching TV in her room.

On Friday, around mid-afternoon, Audrey finally pulled into her driveway. As she got out of the car, she heard banging on her high back fence. She moved around the house to her back patio, and immediately saw what had been going on. A trail of water ran from her small in-ground pool across the cement and over the seven-foot fence that separated her backyard from the Hammond’s.

Normally, Audrey wouldn’t have been bothered by a pool-hopping teenager. She used to let the previous neighbor’s kids swim all the time. But that day, after that trip, the idea of other’s having fun while she was so tired and upset opened something inside her. And out of that new opening came a lot of emotion. Audrey got as far as her fridge before collapsing on the floor. She held her head in her hand and did a few months worth of crying. Read the rest of this entry »

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