Mature Porn Stories Page 409
He’d met her at a dinner party, one of those half-business,
half-pleasure things for the university that had filled too
much of his time that summer. The night was hot and
Midwest muggy, but for some reason they’d been led
outside for after-dinner drinks in the bugs and the
flickering light of the citronella torches. He first noticed
her then, pretty, tall but rounded with light brown hair and
hard green eyes, and he had watched her as she leaned
alone against a column on the shadowed patio while his
friends chattered around him about movies and health
clubs, watched until she had fi... Continue»
I recently read my husband version and this is my recollection of how it all started.
I´m not sure if it was my husband that made me a Black Cock Slut or if it was just waiting to happen, but either way it opened Pandora’s box.
I met Simon when he was 17 and I was 14. I had never had another boyfriend and not long after my 15th birthday we were fucking like rabbits at every opportunity.
I never really got on with birth control pills so it was condoms or withdrawal method. I always preferred the withdrawal as I hated the feel of condoms, so I was very pleased when Simon had the snip se... Continue»
Having worked at the company for almost three years and
having made no attempt to hide the fact that I was a
lesbian, I suppose that it didn’t come as much of a surprise
when one of the other women came over to ask me if I had
a lot of lesbian friends.
More than just idle curiosity, however, it turned out that
Sally was also a lesbian and that, to my initial horror, she
made a bit of extra cash holding sales parties in the
evenings and at weekends. But rather than selling Amway,
Tupperware or any of that rubbish, I actually breathed a
sigh of relief when she told me that she sold fet... Continue»
Although she would never admit it to anyone else, Claudia
was actually relieved when Mark died. Theirs had not
been what you would call a fulfilled marriage. She had
never been too keen on sex, so she could hardly complain
when he sought his pleasure elsewhere. But it was his
attempts to introduce her, convert her, to practices she
thought were just plain wrong that really annoyed her. I
mean, tying someone up before making love to them –
what was that all about?
‘At least he didn’t suffer,’ her s****r, Helen, said in an
effort to comfort her, though she didn’t need comforting.
His ... Continue»
John ‘Long’ Johnson held up a weather-browned hand,
bringing to a halt the six horsemen and women trailing
behind him. He pushed back his dusty, ten-gallon cowboy
hat and shaded his brow, squinting stinging sweat out of
his blazing blue eyes as he gazed down at the ramshackle
collection of wood frame buildings and homes that were
Dike City, Kansas. Shimmering waves of heat rose off the
sun-baked land below, and the sluggish Little Snake River,
which regularly overflowed its banks and the town’s
crudely constructed dykes, wound its way like a muddy
artery through the burnt-stubble hea... Continue»
It was only supposed to be a part-time cleaning job, a bit
of extra money to help pay off the credit card bills. After
all, it was common knowledge in the town where I lived
that Mrs Simmons was always looking for maids, cleaners
and other staff to help run her massive hilltop mansion.
But as you’ve probably guessed from the fact that I’m
taking the time to write this story, from the moment that I
arrived for my interview I could never have imagined
what would happen next, and I’m still not quite sure if it
Of course, if I’d even suspected that Mrs Simmons was
engaged in anythi... Continue»
The first thing he felt was the burning, the rawness, where
the ropes bit into his wrists and ankles. Next was the
throbbing. Though he was lying stiffly on his back, limbs
pulled taut, he felt as if he were riding a roller-coaster, his
head reeling. When his eyes fluttered open, a blur of
shapes and colours stung his corneas, and it took several
minutes before his vision sharpened enough to distinguish
His eyes darted around the room. When he saw the
Double Indemnity poster, there was a spark in his brain.
An apartment. Her apartment. But what was her name? He
couldn’t rem... Continue»
She was sitting in the middle of a stone circle, when I first
saw her. She sat cross-legged on the centre stone,
watching me calmly. She was naked; but that was the least
surprising thing about her. Though small and slim, she had
a luscious figure, flared hips and conical breasts with
sprawling aureoles. And her delicate complexion was of
Her face was weirdly beautiful, long and thin with a
snub-nose and full crimson lips, and her slanted eyes were
golden. Pointed ears poked through waist-length hair that
was a riot of red and blues, yellows and greens, and
colours I co... Continue»
I used to be afraid of the dark, until you showed me just
how wonderful it could be. Losing my sight behind a
blindfold has over time sharpened my other senses
dramatically. As soon as you cover my eyes I become a
different person. I can smell the paraffin wax candles, the
sounds of your heavy breathing, even though you have yet
to descend the basement stairs. I can smell your cock, the
glistening, sweaty sweetness of your body.
I know that you’re watching me. I stand a little taller. I
can feel the worship in your eyes. Though I’m bound like
a slave I still feel like a queen.
I sen... Continue»
Frank watched her from his window every day. Her
apartment was a floor above and across the alleyway, so
he was looking up at her when she worked in her kitchen.
She often had on shorts or a little skirt and sometimes
just panties. He dreamed of tying her up with rope. She
would be so helpless and vulnerable and beautiful. He
could do whatever he wanted to her.
One night he looked up and she was getting spanked
right there in her kitchen as she washed dishes. A large
man yanked her light pink panties up the crack of her ass
and spanked her round beautiful tan cheeks.
Frank stayed in... Continue»
Is there anything more erotic, more satisfying, more – mere words fail me – than going down on a woman, eating hair pie, giving her head, having a box lunch, performing oral sex, eating her out, etc.? I think not.
What is more the essence of sex than a woman’s vagina? The source of her pleasure, home of the clitoris, center of her sexual universe? Nothing, in my opinion.
All roads lead to the vagina, do they not? Look at a lovely woman. On the street, in the mall, at work – anywhere. Her abundant hair, alluring eyes, soft full lips. Follow down the curve of her neck, the swell of her bre... Continue»
I parked my bike under the coconut tree and walked over to look at the beach, it was beautifully calm on the water with only a few fishermen out laying there nets in the shallow water. I looked up and down the beach and only saw one other person in the distance sunbathing, to far off to tell the gender. I decided I would head off in the other direction and explore the beach.
On my way back I could see the other person coming closer into view. the closer I got the more it looked like the person was sunbathing naked! My cock started to twitch as I slowly got closer. Whoever it was had now rol... Continue»
My wife Shere and I had just recently moved from the city to a rural area, out in the country you might say. We had grown tired of the noise, smog, and fast pace that come with living in "the center of things." Our new home was quite a long way from any neighbors, set back against reforested mountains with a grassy plain in front. The days were hot, the evenings cool, and the sunsets gorgeous.
Shere was 37 years old and more attractive than any girl half her age. At 5 ft 5 inches she has beautiful legs that gracefully accentuate her ability to fill out a pair of blue jeans. Her hips were ma... Continue»
My name is Steve and I am of 19 years. I stand 5'11" above the ground and have a good built, however not of a footballer. Most people enjoy my company and I get around well with both, boys and girls. My parents broke up when I was 12 and my father sent me to a hostel. I studied there for 4 years after which I again started living with my father. Our relationship developed into a mature one and I started looking forward to him not only as a father but also as a friend and a guide.
Three months back my father married a girl Betty. I say girl because she was just 24 and looked even younger tha... Continue»
I had a c***dhood friend (Matt James) whose parents owned a condo at Sugar and Matt invited me on many ski weekends. Usually Matt's older s****r brought a friend as well and everyone would ski except for his mother who preferred to read and relax rather than braving the wind, ice, and cold. Matt's Mom was nice looking with big boobs. She was not overweight but was stocky with muscular legs. She was a gymnast when she was younger and while she was not small I always found her very attractive. The condos had a community hot tub and she would join us after the skiing and I never missed a chance t... Continue»
It had been awhile since I cut loose, spring was here and I was tired of being cooped up in the house alone. I decided to have a get together and invite some friends from work over several weeks ago. Sabrina lived next door, her husband was gone a lot for business and I knew she liked to party a bit and might enjoy the company of others being around so I gave her a call and invited her over too. Besides, it never hurts to invite neighbors in case the party gets too loud.
I strung some lights up around the back deck and got some of those porch torches and sat them around for some extra light... Continue»
My wife and I have been married for 25 years – she is 45 and I am 48. It took a little red skirt to bring us the sexual adventure of our lives.
For our anniversary just over last autumn , I bought her a gold bracelet and booked a short country house break but as a fun present for me she ordered a short tight red mini skirt from a mail order company. I wasn’t to know how much of a “fun” present it would turn out to be although the first time she modelled it with a pair of lacey topped stockings I could see the real potential.
Babs is blonde with an almost perfect hour glass figure 39c 29 ... Continue»
Carmen was in the den, sitting on the couch with a knee tucked under her chin and her foot propped on the coffee table, applying polish to her toenails. She was wearing a short-waisted, loosely knitted cover-up jacket that revealed dots and dashes of a tiny, neon-orange bikini top. Except for the presence of a thin thong waistband, a profile view of her bare, toned thigh and rounded, firm buttock would give the impression she was nude from the waist down. While she concentrated on her work, a rush of wind swept up the canyon and infiltrated the privacy screen of dense evergreens surrounding th... Continue»
My name is Mike. It all started about a few years ago when I was 18. I went to my Aunt Suzy’s house to spend the day swimming with my cousins, Brian and Lisa. Brian was a year older at 19 and was a sophomore in college. He was about my size at 6’0 and couldn’t be more than 165 lbs. Lisa was my age at 18 and we were both seniors in high school. Lisa was the type of girl that you knew would be hot at an early age. She was about 5’6 and maybe weighed 95 lbs., had gorgeous legs and started to develop a beautiful set of tits. They had to be about a C-cup at the time. The thing that she had going th... Continue»
A short little vignette, inspired by an actual event. Enjoy.
Shot down again.
Things were definitely not going my way. Since the last Christmas Party, I'd dated four different girls, two from work, two setup by friends, and with the latest brush-off I was 0-4. I was beginning to forget what real sex was like.
I'd never had that much trouble, but my new job with its clearances and classified projects had me working under situations anything BUT conducive to romantic efforts. Endless overtime hours, long, sudden work trips, to places you can't talk about, and the e... Continue»